i wrote this last week:
I’ve had trouble concentrating at work today. I have loads to do, forward planning, briefs to write, schedules and other work that is needed right now. I’m really distracted by the rantings of sledgehammer brexitards and our current political situation generally. I really shouldn’t go near the internet at the moment.
Distracted me has a well practiced set of behaviours. I huff, I puff, I tidy cupboards, I go through my fabric stash, I wrap myself in fabric, I put fabric on my head, I wander about covered in a variety of fabrics, I ask Saucy or anyone available what they think about it all, I ignore their responses. I huff and puff some more looking like an explosion in a haberdashers. It would be funny if it wasn’t so damned frustrating.
In amongst this carry on I had a text from Toast saying that her man enjoyed the Karl Lagerfeld post and how he was reliving his disappointment. She mentioned that she had once made him watch the documentary Grey Gardens and that it had really freaked him out. She’s threatened to start wearing a cardigan on her head.
I love Grey Gardens! It set the tone for the rest of my day.
Somehow Saucy has managed to miss it. I’m not sure how that could have happened, it was released in the early seventies. Anyway no problem, I’ve just found my copy so that she’ll be able to catch up with this essential viewing. Essential for anyone interested in fashion, in how choice of outfit can express many things including madness, how conventional garment combinations might not necessarily be the most interesting. See what happens to once rich and privileged eccentrics when the help and the money run out. The film is about two women, big Edie and little Edie, mother and daughter, they live in filth in a derelict mansion on Long Island, their relationship is unhealthy, often unpleasant and yet they are fabulous and charming, funny and heartbreaking.
Marmalade and I spent the afternoon planning her house warming party even though she hasn’t got a house to warm. She’s going to be little Edie, wearing big pants, a cardigan and a headscarf, she’ll dance distractedly while I take to her bed as big Edie.
I need to run up a nightie and get a cardigan, I’ve got a fake fur jacket and tartan blankets that’ll come in handy. I could wear one of my gorgeous hats! She’s promised to give me good warning so I can grow my hair and not wash it for a few months. I’ll need to borrow half a dozen cats, the raccoons will probably have to be stuffed toys.
I have a plan for a party outfit, one that includes a bed! The party may not happen for years yet, but now I feel the day wasn’t wasted.
You may well disagree.
fat tart 