Last time I checked, I wasn’t getting any younger and there’s a great big world out there.
Given the disparate nature of my two destinations; London and Morocco, packing has been a week long Herculean task.
First of all, London in late February… Dude, definitely not Santa Barbara weather. But with boots, coats, sweaters…Mon Dieu! How to save luggage space for all the souk spoils of Marrakesh?!
And then the wardrobe to indulge my Talitha Getty/Marisa Berenson Moment?
Photo of Marissa Berenson by Henry Clarke
Talitha Getty in Marrakesh circa 1960′s
I am NOT coming back from Morocco without sandals, spearmint tea & spices, black soap and my Riad rooftop photo. Stay tuned.
Meanwhile, as I receive multiple last minute warnings from friends (I guess I should’ve enquired sooner) that Morocco gets COLD the moment the sun sets and rain is likely this time of year, I’ve repacked my bags more times than the guy in ‘Midnight Express’
And of course, the eternal question of JEANS
How many is too many?
Perhaps there are some I can take and leave there, thus freeing up room in my homeward-bound bags?
Because as you can see, I really like my jeans.
Call me crazy, but I actually become quite attached, despite the fact I now split them into the following categories:
“OK, No Wine for a Week”
“Who Cares? They’re So Comfy”
“@#^& it. Pass the Wine”
“I Still Love You After all These Years”
“Sexier Than Sweatpants”
“Still Good From the Side”
“Was I Drinking When I Bought These?”
and, my newest category;
“Muffin Top Madness”
Jean shopping Paris
Photo Oliver Stalmans, Stylist Columbine Smille
In a Perfect World we’d just cut out the bits that don’t fit
a few more fav’s
Jeans, heels & false eyelashes-Done!
Add a Birkin? Even better
I have this jacket! Alas, this isn’t me.
If you could have just ONE constant in your wardrobe what would you choose??
It would be jeans for me, no question.
OK, so I better go finish packing. I might be pulling an All-Nighter.
Have a great weekend and let’s chat after the Oscars!
All of a sudden, it feels as if The British Invasion is happily once again upon us-
Have you noticed?!
Slim Paley Photo of ABC Carpets NYC
It began last week with HRH joining Facebook (more on that in a bit)
quickly followed by the announcement of Prince William and Kate’s engagement…
Kate & Prince William at a wedding in late October this year
and BTW, I think Kate seems adorable and up to the ‘task’. What say you??
Here’s another question I often ask myself (and God only knows how revealing that sentence is);
Would you want to be Royalty??
I mean like a major Royal, a Princess or The Queen? Not some sketchy, thru a marriage three times removed, to the cousin of a distant cousin of some old fart from the Black Forest whose Uncle bought a title in the Congo…
not that there’s anything wrong with that… I’m not judging…
Slim Paley photo The Burlington Arcade in London
After all, long time S.P. readers will be aware I’ve been known to Tiara shop…
but I always worry about having to wear so much red and blue, bothsuchdifficult coloursforme. Plus… pantyhose- pretty much a fate worse than death.
This month’s World Of Interiors cover
And then there was the news just yesterday about The Beatle’s finally being available on iTunes
So we ‘chat’ ’til all hours of the night now (well, her night). One is so excited about the upcoming nuptials, but Fergie? phew- a floodgate best left cuhhlozed. We’ve reminisced about what fun London was in the 80′s, which then led to the subject of the infamous Early Morning Break-in at Buckingham Palace, or her crib, as she says. Naturally I did’t share my version of the very same night with her, although as I’m pretty sure she doesn’t read Slim Paley (One only has so much free time in One’s day ) I feel I can safely share this (Swear to God) true story with you. To refresh your memory; In 1982, a lone (lonely?) man broke through the massive security surrounding Buckingham Palace and managed to make his way all the way into the Queen’s bedroom (where was Phillip? HRH didn’t go there with me) The intruder actually perched himself on the edge of her Majesty’s bed as they talked about all manner of things for over 10 minutes until security was finally alerted and rushed in to apprehend him. No harm, no foul, really.
What I didn’t share with HRH during our FB chats was, that very same night, or rather, very early the next morning (hey- it was the 80′s) a friend and I were sauntering home from a night of dancing at The Embassy Club, or Tramp perhaps (or both, more likely) and for some reason found ourselves chatting up the Palace Police. Cut to; a little impromptu photo session that I wish I could share with more abandon without 1) incriminating the completely not innocent people involved, and 2) risking you making fun of my hair and clothing. I did say it was the 80′s! The pics were perfectly harmless and in the moment, all in great fun. One involved posing on the “bonnet” of the Palace Police car (Hello, Whitesnake video) with the Bobbies smiling gormlessly away inside. We didn’t think much more about it until later that day we realized our shenanigans had occurred at approximately the same time of the palace breach in security! Needless to say, a few naughty friends suggested we take the photos straight down to the Old Bill, or at least the Sunday newspapers. But we were good girls (although I realize it doesn’t really sound like it) and we kept them under wraps…er, I guess until now