We all ran for the hills over the past few weeks with a double wammy bank holiday. Mr MA and I took that rather literally and trotted off to Chamonix well near by. Hes a skier, and I am…..well, not, so I was quietly relieved that we had all but missed the snow. Instead we made like Billy goats and skipped or rather puffed up and down the mountains. More skipped down and puffed up, obviously. Anyway it was a trip I had always longed for. The Alpes in spring time. I had dreams of wild flowers and a lushness you wanted to roll yourself in. I got lush in abundance,( gurt lush as some of my less well refined old Somerset school friends of 1987 might have said, but lets not linger there) Lush ,not in a more flowers than your nose can take in the basement of your Covent Garden soap store kind of a way. But in a Forget-me-not, Dandelion, Wisteria, Daisy, apple blossom way. More reminder of childhood roaming the farm than exotic fancy.But boy was it good. More goat bell ringing, birds singing, mountain colours in our Wardrobes please. Oh looks like im not the only one inspired….
Emma Cooks prints for winter remind me of the dappling sun through the trees. ( in store this AW)
The Wisteria was so abundant. I love this bag by swarm….
This 1962 evening gown was one of our most treasured prints. Originally worn by for a prom by a girl who was whisked away in an open topped car. We have been lusting after Erdem’s prints this season too….sigh…
