Interrupted service

I'm going to London and then on to Cambridge today for a conference and will not have my trusty ibook with me, so there won't be much in the way of updates for the next few days. If I see an internet cafe I will pop in and do the needful, but I think you're just going to have to wait until I am back in pastures... well, pastures dusty on Thursday to hear from me again. In the meantime, you can amuse yourselves by thinking of the following...

Avoca (where I bought a pretty dress and necklace on Friday)

The Gate Theatre (where I saw Private Lives last night - indifferent performance, fabulous costumes as always from Patrick O'Brien, one of which is at the top of this post)

The Unicorn (where I had a delicious lunch with my parents on Thursday)

Isabella Blow

It has been several months now since Isabella Blow died, but today I came across an article on her in July's American edition of Vogue there and I have been thinking about her all day. I am in Dublin today, you see, on a whirlwind visit to my parents, which also involved brief visits to the office at Foster Place, Reiss, Topshop, and of course, the mothership - Brown Thomas. Many things were tried on, a couple were bought. I admit that very little of it would have appealed to Isabella, but then she would probably have been a lot braver than I about suitable attire for the Djemma.

There will be a memorial service for Isabella Blow on the 18th of September in London.

http://www.isabellablow.com/

The excitement builds...

It is so difficult to think of anything other than the impending move these days. I am so very excited, and everything in the apartment is reminding me of what is coming - the empty bookcases, the packing boxes lining the hall, John's rucksack of books which moves nomadically from room to room with for no apparent reason.

Deciding what comes and what stays is very difficult. Books have already been chosen and rejected (although I have still chosen far too many), and some winter clothes have been packed away while others will live with my parents until winter comes around, because we cannot bring everything with us in one journey. I'm not a particularly "boho" sort of girl - when I think bohemian, I think of the 1920's rather than Miss Miller, and certainly the former is a sort of bohemianism that I might aspire to. I confess that I am bringing some slightly hippyish clothes with me, for comfort and practicality outside the home, but I will also be bringing silk and lace cocktail dresses for sitting on our roof, watching the sun set over the city, perhaps with a cocktail or a gin and tonic... I hope that this fantasy isn't too shallow of me, but it does sound like fun, doesn't it?

Other impractical clothes which are making their way into my suitcases include these scrumptious shorts from the new Kate Moss range for Topshop (for indoor use only!), along with a very long, slinky gold shimmery skirt, which doesn't really photograph so I'm not including it here.