Matching Curtains

To chop, or not to chop

I'm afraid I am going to have a girly moment. I assure you it doesn't happen very often - unless I happen to be within the hallowed precincts of Topshop. Having wanted to grow my hair long for, ooh, ages, now it actually is and people keep commenting on it (don't worry, it isn't scary long), I now feel I need to sabotage my efforts by cutting it all off. Is this a masochistic urge or more benign, fuelled by my admiration of Katie Holmes' bob? I suspect the latter, but the act of cutting is no less potentially traumatic for that!

So people, should I have a Jo March moment (although I'll be paying for the cut, not getting paid, alas)? Such is the state of my world. Shallow? A little ...

Tuesday's Quandary (or a means of wasting time not doing what I should be)

I've not much to say today other than whinging about the early morning start and lack of sunshine. So to cheer myself up I am going to touch upon clothes. There is a good basis for this I assure you. Brideshead Revisited has been made into another movie and I am loving the beautiful clothes Anna Madeley as Celia Ryder is wearing in the promotional stills:

How elegant is that dress? Love it. Makes me want to cut my hair a la Louise Brookes and invest in a cigarette holder. It's just a shame I never really enjoyed the book itself, written by Evelyn Waugh. I picked it up after being encouraged to read it by more than one of my university friends, who said there was a nice thrill to match the references to Oxford haunts to the places themselves - hello, the Turf pub, which was a stone's throw from Mansfield. Unfortunately this literary glamour was lost on me; I loathed all the characters in the book and couldn't see what all the fuss was about. Much more interested was I in the trials of Hardy's Jude at the Oxford inspired Christminster - which probably speaks volumes about my complicated relationship with my alma mater :-)

All this aside, the styles of the 1920s and 1930s have long been a love of mine - hence my affection for all things of the hat variety and the fact that I own the box set of the BBC drama The House of Elliott - which I love as much for the glamour and elegance of the couture as the stories. I am torn between my love of a good dress and bad memories of this book ... Maybe, just maybe, a blog will follow on this movie. And if it does, you will know that my shallow side won the day.