Friday, 17 September 2010
... She is looking pristine, but I am somewhat muddled and smudged, having had very little sleep after an amazing party at Claridges. Today I am juggling calls to a locksmith (a broken key in the back door), an electrician (no lights in the sitting room), my internet service provider (how can it be faulty this week, of all weeks?), the Royal Parks phone line (why do they do they hand out parking tickets on a Sunday evening for Regent's Park?) and the imminent arrival of a television crew. Oh, and I look like a panda.
Still, am feeling very cheered that people seem to be enjoying the book. Here is Jessica Bumpus at Vogue and Rosie Cowling at Stylecramp and something good from pure wow.
PS. Oh, and this is a piece I wrote about Chanel in London in yesterday's Evening Standard. And a q&a in Harper's Bazaar. (There's also a far longer feature in the October issue of Bazaar, but I'm not sure if that's available online.)
And have just been reading Oxford Reader, in a brief window of internet connection. I'm so glad she commented on the delicious scent of a new book. I do think mine smells lovely; a sort of clean woodiness.
PPS. Am going to bed now. Am verging on that dangerous line between tiredness and derangement. But I must say, watching Star Trek with my son, after a hearty Japanese takeaway and a large slice of berry cheesecake, was excellent therapy. Live long and prosper...