Reflection on this time last week when we ventured ooop North for B.I.L's significant birthday celebration. Lili Sis, B.I.L and cuzzies come here every year for Christmas and over a period of years have come to accept our friends as theirs and vice versa. So it was only second nature for me to invite them all ooop north, unbeknown to him, to share his birthday bash.
Now Lolita is a fashion maven,and panicked when being transported to a destination so far from the capital but was happily reconciled when I assured her she could NEVER be overdressed, over tanned and over blond, and actually even if she wore every jewel she owned (and OMG she has accumulated a fair few "trinkets" in her time by fair means and principally fowl) she soon relaxed into the situation, browsed Netaporter.com and duly orchestrated her and Babyboy's outfits. Lulu, however, being slightly more worldly wise has been there before and not wanting to be outdone by her sis (Lolita) packed accordingly. We do live in a hippy haven and bling shouts in our wine bars, but whatever, we were on a mission and painting the town red, or Gold.
Duplicity sets in as second nature and Lili Sis and I contrive the perfect scenario whereby we are happily ensconced in an (the only one) upmarket Store wine bar with reservation for the restaurant when Lulu and Lolita arrive with their respective partners and wahey it's party time!!! B.I.L is gobsmacked, moved to tears and a jolly good time is had by all.
Hysterical, Lulu, decided lace top hold ups were order of the day for such an auspicious occasion but somewhere along the line they had lost their elasticity. Now, lace top over the knee socks are not a good look, and despite her loved one's conviction that to put a coin in the top would hold them up, this did not work, I think a spot of Alzheimer's had kicked in, and it was only the next day when I remembered you actually had to have been wearing suspenders for this to work, when the suspender snapped off it could temporarily be replaced with a button or coin...Ha Ha Ha....... visualise the scenario of Lulu arriving with £1 coins popping from her stocking tops as she alighted the lift on the 4th floor. Very reminiscent of a scene from Ab Fab..........
However, we all wipe the tears of hysteria from our eyes, check our mascara and B.I.L is truly overcome with emotion (and Bolly) and all this is observed by "the Shoe Bomber" at the next table.
Proceed to table and the remainder of the eve is a happy blur to be recounted in memorable detail the following morning when we all met for brunch.
Now Lolita is a fashion maven,and panicked when being transported to a destination so far from the capital but was happily reconciled when I assured her she could NEVER be overdressed, over tanned and over blond, and actually even if she wore every jewel she owned (and OMG she has accumulated a fair few "trinkets" in her time by fair means and principally fowl) she soon relaxed into the situation, browsed Netaporter.com and duly orchestrated her and Babyboy's outfits. Lulu, however, being slightly more worldly wise has been there before and not wanting to be outdone by her sis (Lolita) packed accordingly. We do live in a hippy haven and bling shouts in our wine bars, but whatever, we were on a mission and painting the town red, or Gold.
Duplicity sets in as second nature and Lili Sis and I contrive the perfect scenario whereby we are happily ensconced in an (the only one) upmarket Store wine bar with reservation for the restaurant when Lulu and Lolita arrive with their respective partners and wahey it's party time!!! B.I.L is gobsmacked, moved to tears and a jolly good time is had by all.
Hysterical, Lulu, decided lace top hold ups were order of the day for such an auspicious occasion but somewhere along the line they had lost their elasticity. Now, lace top over the knee socks are not a good look, and despite her loved one's conviction that to put a coin in the top would hold them up, this did not work, I think a spot of Alzheimer's had kicked in, and it was only the next day when I remembered you actually had to have been wearing suspenders for this to work, when the suspender snapped off it could temporarily be replaced with a button or coin...Ha Ha Ha....... visualise the scenario of Lulu arriving with £1 coins popping from her stocking tops as she alighted the lift on the 4th floor. Very reminiscent of a scene from Ab Fab..........
However, we all wipe the tears of hysteria from our eyes, check our mascara and B.I.L is truly overcome with emotion (and Bolly) and all this is observed by "the Shoe Bomber" at the next table.
Proceed to table and the remainder of the eve is a happy blur to be recounted in memorable detail the following morning when we all met for brunch.
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