Can’t believe it’s New Year’s Eve tomorrow.
That means lots of scary fireworks for Mr. B.
Also it is a reminder that the deadline for my first menswear collection is fast approaching.
So I de-cluttered my table, brought out the knitwear I was working on pre-Xmas and got down to business…
Finishing off a sleeve.
While I was busy stitching away, I decided to watch “Diana Vreeland – the eye has to travel“…
Don’t you just love her? Especially her wise cracking, I really really adore it.
The remarks like “I am as practical as Bloomingdale!” or “I adore that pink! It’s the navy blue of India”, I wish if I can come up with such a witty & charming reply.
I read her autobiography “D.V” about a decade ago.
I can’t remember what made me pick up the book at Foyles on Charling Cross Road.
However, I remember how gripping her gruff yet affectionate tone was, narrating her extraordinary life in such a nonchalant manner.
In her interview, she recited –
“Style is everything, George.
You have to get up in the morning and get down the stairs.
It’s a way of life. Without it, you are nobody.”
I agree with you, Diana.
And I wish if I were there in the 50s when you were editing Harper’s Bazaar.
Then, it was almost 5:30pm when Hubbie emerged from the bedroom with Mr.B in arm.
By the way, he is so much better than he used to be. Apart from occasional coughing, he is almost his usual self.
For dinner, we decided to order pizza. I was rather excited because I hadn’t had pizza for almost a half-year.
Ta-Dah! I am rubbing my hands with glee…
Mine was “Milano” – Tomato sauce, mixed Roast Vegetables, Chicken, Jalapenos & Mozzarella…
Would Diana disapprove of me stuffing my mouth on a couch?
It’s not really stylish, is it? I am not even bothered to remove the pizza from the box.
It is definitely not chic, that is for sure. Sorry, Diana…