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!
(From my memoir "to Paris for lunch") As a child, one knows quickly which parent is good and useful in different areas. I already see how my daughter has figured out what she prefers doing with me and she tells me what her Papa is better at. My Mother gave me some calmness and I … Continue reading To Paris for lunch
It was in the height of political turbulence in 1990 when I made up my mind to start my own business. When people were losing all they owned, everything they worked for, with interest rates rising to a phenomenal height, I decided to set up a business designing and selling silk lingerie using expensive silks … Continue reading My First Studio
(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
This weekend I'm eating chocolate and spending time with my family. But don't worry as I'll be publishing more of my 'Tales of a Dressmaker' next week as normal. Enjoy the break!