All hail the re-appearance of Mrs Slocombe!
Ooo, indeed, I felt I was channelling her splendiness with my jabot.
We went to see the latest Tarantino film, Django Unchained today!
It was a most excellent film, incidentally, with all the Tarantino goodness we've come to know and love.
Jamie Foxx was quite the fox, most especially when he pimped himself up in divoon blue knickerbockers with a matching waistcoat and a superb cravat.
Christoph Waltz is rather fanciable, and o, what wouldn't I give for a smooch of those cushiony lips of Kerry Washington!
She wore a scrumptious yellow regency era frock in a few scenes, and an imenseley covetable black and white frock in some later scenes, I must note.
Quentin does the best dialogue and soundtracks!
I'm sure Mrs Slocombe would approve with a wink and a tipple from her hipflask....
I was a bit excitable when we got home, and had to have a glass of bubbly to settle down.
Often a Tarantino film makes me want to go out and start a fight.
Starting a fight whilst wearing a cape is never a good idea, however.
Frock with jabot-a Helgafication of a frock Vix sent me a while back
Supercilious expression-all my own
I confess I feel a perverse pleasure in it slowly, gently, becoming cape weather, but fully expect to be whinging about it by June.