(From my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') In 1996 I was invited back to Glyndebourne Festival Opera to work on a very special production. 'Lulu' was a drama of a young German woman who sexually and emotionally dominated a wide range of willing victims, both male and female. Although written in 1930, this production was … Continue reading Sex toys and rubber dresses
(from my memoir ‘to Paris for lunch’) Arriving back home, we noticed how unusually quiet the night was. There was no wind; the air was completely still and it was warm for this time of year. My father and his girlfriend had come to visit us in London and I was so excited, as they … Continue reading The Great Storm
(From my memoir 'to Paris for lunch') Celebrating my Daughter's ninth birthday last week, I remember how it all began one cold January night in 2008. 'Of course you can still get pregnant! You might be an old bird, but you are a healthy old bird!' This was my plain-speaking friend, Jo, on our first … Continue reading I believe in miracles – and birthday surprises!
Hi everyone - I'm away for a week, but will be back next week to continue the 'tales'.
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
(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)
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)
(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
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
(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