A couple of months ago, I realised that my childhood home, my real enduring home where I found myself from my earliest years to the present, where I've been through joy and strife and every shade of emotion in between, was not the one I thought it was. To clarify: the first home I lived in, or rather I remember living in, was somewhere called Tixover Grange in the middle of nowhere in Rutland. It was a sprawling spider of a house with tentacles going off in random directions, hailing playrooms, conservatories and a mess of a dining room, study and garage. It was there I lived from the age of three for the next eight years of my life. In a narrow meaning of the term, for the whole of my childhood. Of course, being a very literary person, maybe I leant (and continue to lend) this more value than it's worth... in books, childhood homes seem to affect the person people become to such a great extent. For example, Jane Eyre spends her childhood in Gateshead Hall and Lowood School. If this dismal beginning could be enough to sanction the emergence of a bitter and even cruel character in any child, Jane disproves this. Instead, her beginnings taught her resilience, modesty and honesty, honour in the face of everything that is thrown at her. If this is perhaps more due to the people she encounters, the value of place can't be wholly ignored. Other examples from literature could include Pip in 'Great Expectations', and Scarlet in 'Gone with the Wind'.
I am seventeen and, looking back now, I see that my childhood home is not wholly Tixover Grange with its nooks and crannies and apple trees that have never given fruit and that I must have climbed a thousand times. It is actually somewhere across the English channel in a village not far from Paris... once my grandparents' house, now my grandmother's, somewhere I have spent some of every Holiday since I was an squealing red gargoyle of a baby. I've jumped from the bathroom windows here, broken more things than I can remember, stained the sofa, spilled 'J'adore' Dior over a rug, grown into clothes and out of clothes, drawn on the walls and sat on the roof. I even have my own room of a very generous size that I shall soon paint Olive and Gold and cover with posters of Theda Bara and Musidora. If anywhere is my childhood home, this is. Maybe that's one of the reasons I love my French half as much as I do.
That was my supposedly deep thought for the day... onto what I'm wearing.
Pink and turquoise-y blue are not well-known as a good combination. It is a combination which has been known to cause a vicious and often irreversible overdose of sweet/cute/ostentation or it clashes dreadfully. Ignoring all that, I wore pink (three different shades of it - Oh, the horror!) and turquoise together today. Well, it wasn't exactly a crime against good taste. Personally, I thought it rather worked, especially with the whole Egyptian vibe I sort of had bubbling under the surface. If you disagree, you can
What exactly am I wearing?
A)Top depicting pictures of birds and cherry blossom - Oasis.
B)Colour Block Pink Maxi-skirt - Ted Baker.
C)Necklace Collar thing - Noa Noa.
D)Two bangles, one dark blue, one turquoise.
E) No Shoes... on which note:
Taking the hypothetical situation that money was no issue, which pair of shoes from the selection shown below would you suggest to go with this outfit? Tempted by blue or pink? Or a lil' bit o' gold? Kirkwood or Louboutin?
Or something completely different? Feel free to mention other footwear ideas.
1) Believing Red Shoes from Melissa
2) Christian Louboutin Colour-block Sandals
3) Nicholas Kirkwood Print Platform Pumps
4) Vivienne Westwood Anglomania + Melissa Lady Dragon IX
|I'm not unhappy. My face just naturally looks slightly cross/miserable. Honest guv'nor!|
5) Miu Miu Metallic Leather & Suede Peep-Toe Ankle Boots
Thank you for reading, or scanning if you prefer. Not to sound completely void of pride, but please follow and do comment. *Smiles maliciously*
My next post is going to be a retrospective of perfume bottles: namely Jean Paul Gaultier - Classique. You might be surprised by exactly how many different designs there have been.