I've just finished reading an article about the Mitford sisters and if there's anything to make you feel hard done by for being brought up in such a superficial and technology-reliant age then this is it. These women are the epitomy of class, each and every one of them could be the heroine of a novel.
To give an example, one of the younger Mitfords became obsessed with Nazism despite being English and on the day that France and Britain declared war she shot herself in the head. The bullet remained lodged there and caused severe brain-damage after which her insane political beliefs transformed into devout religiousness. Hitler himself actually flew her to Switzerland for medical treatment.
Another sister disobeyed her aristocratic father and ran off to another country to work in a bar with her husband, another produced two famous Formula 1 racing drivers and another was the acclaimed novelist Nancy Mitford. Debo Mitford, the only remaining sister resided at Chatsworth House with her husband until his death in 1994 (I think). I just find her entire attitude towards life throughout the interview to be exemplary. These days we tend to either indulge in self-pity or self-esteem, where as I get the impression that herself and her sisters just "got on with it". In her own words she claims that death, money and sex just weren't talked about, so there was never any opportunity to wallow.
I'm going to try and find some more biographies on the Mitfords and learn a bit more about them. I'm just so insanely envious that in a time where women were supposedly suppressed by society it appears that they were actually far more proactive in directing the courses of their own lives and making their own decisions, however controversial.
I will DEFINITELY be dragging myself out of bed at 5am to make it to the next Angels Costumiers sale, apparently it was very much worth the angst. I always find the thought of having to wrestle other women and dig through box after box to find the real treasures a bit intimidating, the same way that Primark inflicts a feeling of cold dread, but it was definitely a mistake to convince myself that I would prefer the lay-in.
Oh speaking of avoiding the masses, I took a little trip to M&S this morning and literally had to step over rows and rows of teenage girls and single mums to get the entrance. Reason being they had all scooched into their sleeping bags and were setting up camp because apparently Peter Andre is signing autographs there in like another 12 hours. I actually nearly wet myself it really made my entire morning.
Looking forward to a potential trip to Laduree at Harrods soon. I'm fairly familiar with the store in Paris but what I didn't know is that they apparently catered for all the confectionary in Marie Antoinette, learn something new every day. I can't imagine that any other film has ever had a larger "cake budget".
Also read an article about Diane Von Furstenberg and how her success was only reignited during the 90's when girls started to visit vintage stores and dig out her old wrap dresses. She really is an incredible looking woman and her daughter in law is apparently the new face of the brand.
This picture is exactly how I want everything to be right now.
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