Thursday 7^th July 2011

Only 23 hours and 58 minutes to go to Lord Arrowby’s party.

Rain is given. But maybe in the evening there’ll be a reprieve.

What will I wear? There’s one thing you can be sure of – it’ll be separates, with a summer scarf.

My great omission is that I never told you about the great moment of glory in the Brompton Road from which my white and cream outfit for the Reggie Cresswell ceramic launch sprang.

Taking you back, if I may, a few weeks, you might recall that my first day of sales shopping was agony. I was hurled in, unprepared, without vision. Every year the starting date is earlier and earlier and I never learn. Crushed in the Knightsbridge vicinity, I was trailing home from The Library (it’s a frock shop) after looking at nothing there except madder and madder shirts in medical colours when, sudden flash, unspeakable revelation, in the Brompton Road, despite the rain – white and cream.

That was it! All I needed was a white jacket and cream trousers. Thus would the separates idea go to the wire and beyond. Lord Arrowby would be fume; in fact did. People would think it was an unfortunate mis-match.

But always, through all my life in frockage, I have yoked by will power impossible combinations.

So there I was, in the Brompton Road, like St Paul on the Damascus Road, with my path blazing clear before me, no longer lost amongst the racks.

I could acquire a white jacket, to replace the one by Theory wrecked by the cleaner (I haven’t told you that I won the case! I sued the cleaner. But got told off by the judge for writing aggressive letters – fab booming lady, tremendously upper class. So reassuring). There was just a little dip at the thought of hunting down cream trousers and almost I began to trail and wander again and fragment, when, for the second time, an amazing strike to the brain – I’d already got cream trousers. What a gift! They were already in stock. From Zara last year and maided and modelled by me in the privacy of my bedroom only the other day and not found despicable.

Here’s a temporary graph. Tomorrow morning my architect, Bruce MacBain is going to graph me actually in the outfit and also in the Bath Abbey wedding ensemble.

Then you must come back to hear about all my other sales purchases. All goals were fulfilled. And there’ll be Lord Arrowby’s party!

My White and Cream Dream - the Jacket Also by Zara But That's Another Story

My Purchases Heaped Before Graphing. Note the Young Pants, Not New. Is This Equiv of Tracey Emin Bed ?