Don't you ever Kiss me once!

S/S 2012 Vivienne Westwood Jewellery look book 

"Don't you ever Kiss me once Kiss me twice, Treat Me Nice" this is a line from an Elvis Presley song - and the reason it featured so heavily in this summer's Vivienne Westwood jewellery collection is because it's twenty years since Vivienne spoke the words in her acceptance speech, when she won the 'Designer of the Year Award' for the second year running.

I was there and I have the original t-shirt to prove it!

Vivienne Westwood Designer of the Year '91 & '92 

So why after twenty years at the top was our gloriously eccentric fashion designer only briefly mentioned in the closing ceremony of the London 2012 Olympics?  How can a British, world wide event celebrating our greatest fashion achievements not have focused more closely on Vivienne Westwood????

I admit we were treated to Lily Donaldson wearing a gold Vivienne ball gown but I was expecting a fashion ensemble of young and old, Punks and Pirates, Harlets and Harlequins, a wonderful carnival, expressing trend, style and altar ego through the language of clothes!

Instead we had Victoria Beckham hailed as a fine example of a Brittish fashion designer! Now this is the kind of talk that makes my 'cameo' skin turn red!  For this is quite a slap in the face to our many brilliant designers who cut their teeth on the edge of a pattern cutting table! I wouldn't mind betting that 'Posh Spice' wouldn't know what to do with a pair of fabric scissors; if they were diamond encrusted and presented to her in a velvet box!  Putting your very famous name to a fashion line does not a designer make!

Our Queen of Punk (well Dame technically), is a woman who has given us more thant just quirky clothes - she inspires us to follow fashion as individuals; to use her creativity as a back drop for our own.......she makes us think about what we are? who we are? and what we wear? And to be honest I don't think she was treated very nicely and it was a bit of a kick in the teeth.

Twenty years on since there age of acceptance; Vivienne is still saying " Dont you ever Kiss me once, Kiss me twice, Treat me Nice!"

Me wearing the original t-shirt on a beach in a top secret location.  

Ciao Bella Sorellas;  will speak soon from my 'Holiday Hideaway'!

Blondina x

Me in my platinum blonde window cheering on team GB 

What an amazing 17 days we have had! The London 2012 Olympics has delivered far beyond all expectations! For one tiny moment the whole country has put aside the doldrums of the recession and pulled together to celebrate everything that is fabulous about being British! What a wonderfully, multi-cultural, rainbow coloured society we have become! Did you know that just being born British means you have won the lottery of life!

Union Jack man bag and scarf by Vivienne Westwood

The only Olympic live event I got to see was the women's football at the Richoh Arena. I was so excited about my V.I.P tickets to watch our gals in the semi final, I glammed up and hot footed over to the 30,000 seater stadium. Nothing, but nothing could have prepared me to be the only gorgeous blonde amongst 29,000 lesbians! Now let's be honest, nobody minds the odd "Lipstick Lesbian" (in fact it quite takes me back to my college days!) But these were far more of the" Birkenstock" variety - call me old fashioned but I always like a Bush to be well trimmed!   

Me hiding from the amorous attentions of" Hairy Helga the Horrible" 

On the upside, for me the highlight of the games has to be the four man rowing team who in a momentous race took the gold! Unfortunately at the medal ceremony the entire event was upstaged by Henrik Rummel with his "Podium Package!" What can one say? I just thought he was keeping a can of pledge in his pants in case he needed to Polish his medal! 

Henrik Rummel in all his glory! 

 However the excitement of the London 2012 Olympics has spread to much further regions than Rummel's rowing shorts. I found a lovely tree in my village, the family who owns it have placed a trinket on their tree for every medal team GB have won! What a beautiful way to celebrate!

The Tree of Hope and Glory. Nether Whitacre near Coleshill.

Let's hope that this British pride continues long after the torch has been extinguished.

Ciao Bella Sorella's
x x

Hi all,

I have decided to try internet dating! I know what you're thinking.....why does a gorgeous bombshell like me need to resort to trawling the web fishing for men?! Well, I suffer from the age old problem of being an Alpha-Female and all these men who look longingly at me are just not man enough to sweep me off my feet. 

So I thought i'd have a look online.  It's a bit like internet shopping. Just type in what you're looking for and see what pops up! 

A very charming country gent's profile caught my attention and after I contacted him, he began to woo me.  He seemed suave, slightly eccentric and debonair. A man who could match up to my high standards. So, we arrange to meet at his mansion. 

I dressed in my best Vivienne Westwood dress and my exquisite Agent Provocateur stockings and set off.

But imagine my horror when I arrived at this grotty house and this is who was waiting for me.......

Talk about presumptuous, he was completely naked apart from that ridiculous hat! 

Be careful out there sisters!!

Ciao xx

The hottest thing this summer has certainly not been the sun!   No no, in fact I think this seasons ‘what’s hot and what’s not’ award goes to “Fifty Shades of Grey” – the latest girlie “mommy porn” novel to hit the nation. The fastest selling paper back, since Harry Potter, has obviously delved deep into a woman’s psyche and awoken teenage curiosity in us all.

Christian Grey has come striding into our lives in the same manor that Mr Darcy did all those years ago when Jane Austin wrote Pride and Prejudice.  In fact strip away all the sex scenes, and Christian Grey is Mr Darcy.  The dark, illusive handsome young man with a mighty fortune that all women fell for.....but every man has to have a flaw in his character. Although Mr Darcy’s was a shy, awkward tendency to struggle in a social situation – which was often mistaken for arrogance, Christian Grey’s affliction is of a much more sinister kind.  Of course Mr Darcy may have had the very same affliction but Miss Elizabeth Bennett would not have discovered this until way after their wedding night!

Mr Darcy in all his splendor!

What is it about a dominant, successful male that attracts us to them?  What makes us want to submit to their will?  As far as we have come in social emancipation, this book (and the mountains of them on sale in Asda) is testament to the fact that women still desire a strong, sexually charged, arrogant man! We will always chase the unobtainable. And sadly settle for the safe and mundane!  So come on girls lets get out amongst it and try and tame that maverick!

I feel that our emotions have not caught up with our instincts!  Strong and independent as we are we still fall at the first hurdle when it comes to a charming man!

Me, in my Agent Provocateur, waiting for Christian Grey or maybe even Mr Darcy!

Unfortunately, Mr Darcy, Christian Grey and Prince Charming are the stuff of fairy tales – and I applaud E.L.James for having written a very modern one! She will be a wealthy woman for the rest of her life!

And as for the rest of us that have been lured into this intoxicating fanciful fairytale, be on your guard and remember that nine times out of ten the slipper doesn’t fit!

Ciao Bella Sorellas

xx






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