Dreaming of feathers…

(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…

To boil potatoes without lighting the fire

(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

Fitting John Cleese

(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

Rules are rules!

(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!

The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover

(From my memoir 'To Paris for lunch') I will never forget the brilliant Adrian Gwillym at Academy Costumes. He started working for the National Theatre from a very young age and later on set up his own production company near Waterloo station. His knowledge on costumes is vast and he has dressed (and still does … Continue reading The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and Her Lover

First Night Nerves

(From my memoir 'To Paris for lunch') Spring was in the air when I arrived at Lewes by train in May 1988. Everything smelled fresh and sweet. I was so excited. Glyndebourne's minibus was already parked outside in the station car park with its doors wide open, waiting for me to jump in with my … Continue reading First Night Nerves

My shortest job interview ever

(From my memoir "to Paris for lunch";) While I was waiting to start work on 'Aslan' for the BBC adaptation of 'The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe', some other projects were coming in and this is when I was introduced to Brian Collins. He was a freelance tailor and one day he asked me … Continue reading My shortest job interview ever