Ah, just what I have been looking for, a vade mecum for my eye of newt, toad's breath and ye olde apothecary jars of jelly snakes.
I'm working on conjuring up my inner white witch as only a well honed spell will see me cocooned in this milky white cashmere coat from Hermes this winter,
and give me hoofs of iron to walk in these exquisite Swan shoes; in real life I can't even stand in these vertiginous carriages for the feet for more than 20 seconds.
Whilst I've been daydreaming my fairy god mother has sparkled along to drop off a pair, or two, of Vivier's for mum
(they're not quite this lurid in real life, more raspberry and her shoe size is all over the place now)
Mum who will be 92 next week, has never worn trousers, driven a car, cooked what anyone could consider " a proper dinner" or worn red shoes, 'far too lady of the night" ... until now. Last week, she decided that she was never too old to dance the dance of the red shoes.
yes, I will wear your presents before I give them to you.
I'm also just about to wrap up this jacket and scarf too, trying to find clothes for petite women in the 90 plus age group is quite the challenge, when I stumbled into Viyella last week I felt like prostrating myself at the sales assistant's feet. I've never worn a cropped jacket before, we used to call them 'bum freezers' at school, I quite like it, I felt like a pocket sized Ines in this outfit. Mum will of course be wearing this with a navy skirt.
We're off to kick up our heels, full report on Monday.