Ungaro and I

Emanuel Ungaro, fashion show, Vanessa Voegele-Downing,sunglasses, turquoise blue, paparazzi,


Mostly I am seen to be wandering the chiller aisle in the supermarket, standing on the edge of a sports pitch cheering my daughters on, or cleaning out the chickens, looking like this. It’s casual and puts people at ease when they see me approaching…

Thank you Mr Ungaro for ever thinking that I could pull this off.

Wetsuit Myself

wetsuit, bra, striped top, red curly hair

My wetsuit’s swan song for the season went pretty well, I mean it is still a case of the ultimate Chinese Burn at every epidermal point of contact, but as with birthing babies, there is an endgame.

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London Routemistress

Tube Train, London Underground, ripped jeans, trainers, sunglasses, pole

Got nothing but apologies for not posting much at the moment. I have been route marching around London with a changing herd of children, some mine, some borrowed. We have been to Pleasure and Pain, at V&A which was fascinating. Go, Go (boots),
if you can. If only to see the teeny tiny shoes that the aristocratic Chinese ladies had their feet bound in order to fit into. Thank god for women like Gladys Aylward.

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My Uniform

skirt, wellies, beret, sunglasses

There is nothing on this shot to indicate the season. All of it ‘ de rigeur ‘ for Dorset at anytime, any season. I can now wear this to Waitrose in Bridport or Waitrose in the Kings Road. It’s my all weather anywhere look.

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