(From my memoir ‘to Paris for lunch’) I feel very honoured to have been asked to publish more tales about my family, so here is another one: My Father’s parents’ house was always such a busy place when we all came to visit, especially when it was Oma Erna's birthday. We would arrive with a … Continue reading Forgetting Oma Ostpreussen
It was arranged that my eight year old daughter would spend a couple of weeks during the summer holidays with her father in France, and despite knowing that I desperately needed this time on my own to get my new studio, in fact my new life organised, I already started missing her before we got … Continue reading AN INSPIRING DAY TRIP
Closing the door for the last time on Saturday, I looked around the boutique and realised how unprepared I am for this move that is about to happen the next day. There is chaos as I have been inundated with last minute orders: 'Do you have time to make a wedding dress for my daughter, … Continue reading New Beginnings
I remember how special it felt for me opening the door to the boutique every morning. A feeling of embarrassment and shyness; my name in such big letters out there above the shop, on the high street for everybody to see and then walking inside - this is so me, oh my god it feels … Continue reading Adieu boutique
I really enjoy sharing my 'tales of a dress-maker' with you but I have decided to change how frequently I post. Closing the boutique, getting the new place set up, planning my new online shop and not to mention my family and the school holidays coming up - these are all keeping me really busy. … Continue reading A break with tradition
(From my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') I just could not sleep ...there were feathers, chiffons and satins and they kept coming up in my dream. I turned around to the other side, annoyed with myself ...it's too early to wake up. Again little pink feathers kept floating through my sleepy thoughts. I forced myself … Continue reading Dreaming of feathers…
(from my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') Oma Erna, my Father's Mother, was furious! 'Get out of my kitchen and put some clothes on!' Fritz, my Opa, had for the fifth time that morning interfered with the way she used the hot water: he told her she had put the cooker on too high for … Continue reading To boil potatoes without lighting the fire
I'm spending half-term eating ice-cream with Elsa. I'll be publishing my next story on Saturday 10th. Have a great weekend! Nicole.
(From my memoir ' To Paris for lunch') Looking back at the time when I worked for Academy Costumes, I wished I’d known beforehand who these people were who kept coming in and out of Adrian's studio, but maybe I would have been so star struck, it might have changed my attitude towards them and … Continue reading Fitting John Cleese
(From my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') 'Excuse me, but you cannot smoke in here!' I heard myself saying to an older man, who was leaning against one of the cutting tables. We were in the new wardrobe department of Glyndebourne Festival Opera. It was the beginning of the lunch break and we were alone … Continue reading Rules are rules!