A day in the life of a designer..
I’m no wardrobe consultant
For Easter my friend Andy booked the wing of a castle in Scotland and ten of us trooped off in convoy to take our rightful places in the lap of luxury (With fish, chips and deep fried burgers on the way of course!)
I was torn, should I take long velvet dresses for swanning around in or walking boots and wet weather gear? For what, was undoubtedly going to be a week of hideous weather.
Well don’t let me ever be anyone’s wardrobe consultant! How wrong could I be? The castle was absolutely stunning, our bedroom was bigger than the whole ground floor of our house and the dining table was the size of a tennis court (Although, I think it is a while since I have played tennis!) The bath was huge, so enormous, that even my boyfriend who is 6ft 2in could lie completely flat in it. This was an absolute luxury for a tall girl like me. Although a little dangerous, as I usually rely on my height to keep me above water when I fall asleep.
The gardens were equally gorgeous and not the slightest sign of rain all week. However, with a lack of t-shirts and no sun tan lotion, I was left with a large red nose! Why, oh, why does that always happen?
Despite the glorious weather the castle was still a bit chilly, so we spent a lot of the evenings in front of a log fire, wrapped up in cashmere sweaters and drinking whisky. I couldn’t help feeling a tad jealous of all the other girls in their cosy, Ugg boots.
It was a fabulous week and Scotland was certainly at its best. The only bad thing that happened was that my friend Liz, who’s preferred walking shoe is a sling back sandal finally bought some walking boots, after years of me bullying her and on the first day walking she twists her ankle in her nice, sensible boots and was laid up for the rest of the trip. She has been walking in sling backs for 30 years and never once twisted her ankle!
The moral of the story is never take advice from me!
Posted at 03:32PM May 05, 2009 by Long Tall Sally Admin in "Carol" Comments (0)
