Note to self:
One day I will learn to write shorter sentences. Promise.

Frenetic squeaking

Tomorrow I run away from all this, which means today is bedlam..... made worse by the fact I am going to be in Milan - home of the chic, slim and be-sunglassed maven. I have been hunting for a suitable bag to take (over the head, not over the arm) and so far I have edited it down to Laduree or Hobbs.
I have also been fighting hard with the desire to "get a little something new" here, when there is going to be so much to see in Milan and I suspect hideous temptation, although I will have to pluck up considerable reserves of courage to venture into these palaces of couture. It is not solely a retail lust fest as I have serious intentions of going back to the Brera, and already have my timed tickets for "The Last Supper"..... last time I saw that I kept thinking of a rather soppy wax crayoning, so it will be interesting to see what the restoration has done for it.
Wish me luck, I'm off to bounce up and down on my suitcase, swearing horribly as I try to get it closed.

The inherited meme

I am uncertain of the courtesies of the blogosphere so I hope I am not treading on any toes here, the charming Lucy Fishwife semi-tagged me on a meme (pre-blog ownership) so I am going to do the deed !

6 Random things about me

I have a dangerous passion for shoes and chocolate. The best thing, even if I eat the chocolate, the shoes still fit

My bank manager does understand me......

Some years ago, whilst still an Art History undergraduate, I met Prince Phillip at a drinks party in Rome, (points for the subtlety of my name dropping ?) and, on learning what I was studying, he spent some considerable time discussing the finer points of Ancient Greek erotic art. He knew a great deal more than me.

I was a witch in a Birmingham rep production of Roald Dahls "Witches" - there are those who still loudly cry "typecasting !!"

One day I am going to run away to Italy

When all the other seven year old girls at school said they wanted to be nurses/teachers/mummies I caused some consternation by saying I wanted to be a bunny girl - hey I loved the costume.


Oooohh that was fun.......me,me,me,me meeeee

I sully the virgin page.......

An explanation for the "quirky" photo - gifts from son after a trip to St Petersburg. I am still trying to work out why he felt this combination was appropriate, after all, Russia is full of vodka, and Faberge and icons and........... still one should never be ungrateful.
Perhaps the stole was an expression of my foxiness (hopefully not a comment on a slightly feral aroma) and the hat ? Well I do hats, and occasionally I have been known to fall into hissing megalomania, (although my urge for world domination is currently on hold)
Sadly, this leads me to conclude that in actual fact I have to present him with the "Well shopped award". I just wish he hadn't got me quite so accurately.