I think it's that time again. Yes, I've just had word from her maid, Yvonne. Joseph the masseur has been, she's spent five hours in her bathroom and has had a few preparatory champagne cocktails. The cheeks and ears are rouged to perfection, the blue black hair lacquered into an unmoving helmet; the Verdura cuffs and other jewels are in place, the cigarette ready to be held aloft in blood red nailed hands. The cushions have been arranged on the red floral sofa for maximum comfort and the air is scented with Rigaud candles.
Yes, Madame Vreeland will receive you now.
Ask her (almost) anything and she will answer because she is the font of all wisdom. {For previous Ask D.V.s and rules of engagement look here.}
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6 comments:
I just want to let Mrs V know that I LOVE her. That's all. Thank you. Oh, and - a slightly embarrassing but nonetheless true fact; every time I visit Regent's Park, I glance over at Hanover terrace and think of her.
I'm going on a European backpacking holiday for 12 days next week. Can I take my little tutu from COS and my spotty satin Luella pencil skirt? I'm scared I'll be mocked by other travellers in their A-line's and Quicksilver.
HELP...I'm getting married in five weeks...what can I do to look my best?
oh...ok i'll be the angel with a dirty face... ;)) what has she said about lovers...;)))
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