Saturday 8th June 2013
‘We’re not as happy as we were,’ Laura Malcolm said before launching her triumphant dinner on Wednesday. Tarragon with asparagus lifts that difficult item. Do try it. She also said that Kate Middleton, as was, is no rôle model for young women. Well, she’s dreary, for sure, and not actually outstanding in frockage. But nevertheless Royal and therefore lovely. Ivor Driver came in late from his office. He’s the eldest son, at 24 just launching out in glamour and money and power. He’s gained a supply of Prada T-shirts, on a non-paying basis (I don’t mean stolen) and says he can absolutely see the point of Prada. He was wearing one and it was superb. I looked at the label to see whether Prada White, Red or Black. It was Black which was surprising.
We mustn’t go into a decline, despite glorious youth, now lost to us. I’ve had a tummy ache for a week (not from Laura’s dinner). I fear the fate of Edinburgh – two weeks in the London Clinic with the possibility of never emerging. My coat rack was found to be coming off the wall. It’s been five days and several breakdowns as well as two visits to the screw shop to get it up again. The iron stopped working. No steam. Quite frankly I’ve been putting on clothes that aren’t spotless. Also a great angst has been released, a huge preoccupation of the last three and a half years, a great bolus of frustration – there have been developments but no final resolution. I’m left drained and empty.
So this afternoon, with little heart, I gained Topman. In the street outside I saw an outfit (with person inside). It was a beautiful navy jacket, very swimming, very fine, in wool and silver-grey trousers, very slim and flattering. I wanted that outfit and within half an hour had acquired it at Zara for £103. It’s not a jackette though. It’s quite long. I’m a bit worried. How awful if jackets go back to long, almost as bad as the threat made in the late 90s to revive high-waisted baggy trousers with pleats, which mercifully came to nothing. Low waist and slim, slim, slim is so flattering.
But the Topman summer modes! Absolutely stunning. How they do it! I shan’t be wearing them myself.