TALES

From ridiculous to sublime

Snuggled up on the sofa in front of the TV on a wet and windy Sunday afternoon watching ' High Society' with my daughter, I can't help myself admiring Grace Kelly's outfits. 'Mum, every time we watch this movie you say: look how beautiful this coat is!' She is right, I love the simplicity of … Continue reading From ridiculous to sublime

An Italian Affaire (pt 3)

(from my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') Being so in love, that you can't eat, sleep or think, was not easy. Not for myself and definitely not for my friends. I had no appetite and lost weight, I could hardly concentrate on work; I totally lost myself. I was not interested in anybody but Sebastian. … Continue reading An Italian Affaire (pt 3)

An Italian Affaire (pt2)

from my memoir "to Paris for lunch" In the spring of 1988 whilst I was making costumes for Glyndebourne, I was staying for the season in "the huts". Now, this long narrow building near the car park contains offices, but then they were little rooms; like small hotel rooms with a single bed, a table, … Continue reading An Italian Affaire (pt2)

An Italian Affaire

(from my memoir "to Paris for lunch") Visiting Glyndebourne during the summer, I remembered how one warm spring evening in 1988 all the girls from the wardrobe department decided to have a drink after work. We had been working overtime for weeks – with the constant changes being made by designers and directors, the deadlines … Continue reading An Italian Affaire

The Wonderful World of Ponchos

See my earlybird offer on my own take on a poncho. Neither a jumper nor a coat, I have decided that the Poncho is the perfect garment to kick off the new autumn season. The Poncho originated from Mexico - a blanket type cover without sleeves, which has to be pulled over the top of … Continue reading The Wonderful World of Ponchos

Forgetting Oma Ostpreussen

(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

AN INSPIRING DAY TRIP

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

New Beginnings

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