I slide in front of my PC and feverishly start royal watching.I do this when I am stuck with my writing or simply too hot.This current craze started shortly after my prolonged scrutinies of Kate’s wedding dress.
Now I’ve now moved on to hats, Beatrice's in particular. I love that girl. Not afraid of looking bonkers; carries a space age sculpture on her head. Never mind Pippa’s rear view shimmying down the red carpet, that girl with her startled rabbit in trhe headlights expression, the round kohl eyes and an entire space craft balanced precariously on her forhead. I Google feverishly 'Beatrice's hats' and gasp, there she is! Heres a visionary ; one who knows how to create a woman's dream!
This time she has a swarm, a pride, a school of multi-coloured butterflies on her head! I swoon with joy.
Go girl go.
Leave the family chrysallis far behind and spread your multi-coloured wings. Do your butterfly thing for every woman in Marks and Spencer’s elasticated trews, in a crimpelene cardigan and especially for me, longing to carry a mass of fluttering rainbow creatures on my head ; when would I wear this dream ,this paradise, this exquisite expression of my inner world?
On a rainy Tuesday afternoon in February,walking the dogs on Hampstead Heath!
The Butterfly Princess
On a rainy Tuesday afternoon in February,walking the dogs on Hampstead Heath!
The Butterfly Princess
Manolo Vardes' Head with Butterflies, Chatsworth 2010
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