Unless you are a twin, the chances are you've not seen your exact body shape in front of you as I did when I was greeted by a mannequin matching my exact statistics at my first fittings job in Chelsea. A very lovely designer watched the garment fitter flit about checking that my measurements were the same as I'd reported, all the clothes had been pinned and made for it. I was fitted for a total of ten elegant garments, and had to show I could sit, raise my arms and even 'run' in the clothes. For someone who spends so much of my time in casual or sportswear, it was a real treat to imagine myself getting dressed for Ascot, a formal do or a high powered corporate role. I gave a commentary of how comfortable every item was. Obviously I was wearing the item in toile, but it was to be made into silk, and other luxury mixes.
This month has been another mix of work and play. One minute having the solitude of the allotment and digging up potatoes (nice and fluffy in texture to the fork) and the next stuck in a windowless dressing room with a crowd of people on the hottest day in forty years with just the one electric fan. I think I prefer the sweat dripping down my face when I'm outdoors... The allotment is a wonderful place. We call the plot 'The Pentagon' due to it's unusual shape. Look at the first potatoes, complete with earth...
I didn't exert myself watching a friend run 5k for Cancer Research (the marshall got confused and sent her the wrong way at one point, meaning she actually did 8k)!
It wouldn't be a summer blog if I didn't have a barbecue to describe. This one was my aunt's and my cousin was full of excitement about announcing something while we were all together. He turned up with his partner who had made her own coleslaw and had also brought some food. My aunt had already made coleslaw and felt slightly put out for a moment. But the announcement was that my aunt is going to become a grandmother. So naturally that outweighed any etiquette questions. He was so pleased with himself that he must've thought he'd become flameproof. He picked up his own barbecue food with his bare hands! Ouch.
Another summer another motor burned out on my chrome warehouse fan. I seem to buy a new one every year. I should qualify for bulk discount by now. I spend a lot of time half dressed to get some sort of breeze. New fan on order. Being mixed, (or dual heritage as people say) means when I tan I always think I should put tropical trees behind my head in photos. See what I mean?
I've rounded up this week by doing a nightshoot around Soho, a crowd scene with footballers and the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation charity Her Future. 214 of us were chosen to represent the 214 million women who don't have access to contraception. Here's me on my Insta representing a million women who get fobbed off every day.
Next week it's two commercials and a fitting for River Island. School's broken up so there will be less teaching and more spending time with my own daughter.
This month has been another mix of work and play. One minute having the solitude of the allotment and digging up potatoes (nice and fluffy in texture to the fork) and the next stuck in a windowless dressing room with a crowd of people on the hottest day in forty years with just the one electric fan. I think I prefer the sweat dripping down my face when I'm outdoors... The allotment is a wonderful place. We call the plot 'The Pentagon' due to it's unusual shape. Look at the first potatoes, complete with earth...
I didn't exert myself watching a friend run 5k for Cancer Research (the marshall got confused and sent her the wrong way at one point, meaning she actually did 8k)!
It wouldn't be a summer blog if I didn't have a barbecue to describe. This one was my aunt's and my cousin was full of excitement about announcing something while we were all together. He turned up with his partner who had made her own coleslaw and had also brought some food. My aunt had already made coleslaw and felt slightly put out for a moment. But the announcement was that my aunt is going to become a grandmother. So naturally that outweighed any etiquette questions. He was so pleased with himself that he must've thought he'd become flameproof. He picked up his own barbecue food with his bare hands! Ouch.
Another summer another motor burned out on my chrome warehouse fan. I seem to buy a new one every year. I should qualify for bulk discount by now. I spend a lot of time half dressed to get some sort of breeze. New fan on order. Being mixed, (or dual heritage as people say) means when I tan I always think I should put tropical trees behind my head in photos. See what I mean?
I've rounded up this week by doing a nightshoot around Soho, a crowd scene with footballers and the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation charity Her Future. 214 of us were chosen to represent the 214 million women who don't have access to contraception. Here's me on my Insta representing a million women who get fobbed off every day.
Next week it's two commercials and a fitting for River Island. School's broken up so there will be less teaching and more spending time with my own daughter.
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