This is my favourite Joan Crawford “look” and if I had the guts I’d have my hair like this. I’d wear the same kind of trashy outfits she wears in “Rain” too, she looked superb even though she was playing a woman of ill repute. Her full-on lips caused quite a sensation in the fan magazines of the day. I might just do a Crawford style make-up for work tomorrow to see if anyone comments. I spent a couple of hours sorting out all my many bags of cosmetics at the weekend and there are plenty of claggy red lipsticks and super shiny clear lip glosses hanging around still.
I had a nice spinster steak this evening as there was still some of Joan’s roquefort and mustard sauce left. Yum yum. Due to the fact there is a Tube strike in London today I took a different route home and bought my steak from the Co-op. It was half the price of the ones I bought for Charley and me from Tescos at the weekend but I must say, it was only half as nice too. Sometimes when it comes to steak you got to fork out the extra dollars.
Talking of which, I’m feeling the influence of my sister Clara on my spending pixie at the moment. Firstly I mentioned that I was after a new frock for Grace’s wedding. By return post there was a link to the perfect 1940s number on ebay. I bid on it (much more than I would spend on something I’d seen in a shop) and have won it. I hope it’s as nice as it looks in the pictures! Secondly I told her about a 1930s quilted bed jacket I’d seen in Camden a few days before. She said if I was still thinking about it I should buy it. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not going to be wearing such a garment should I ever get a gentleman caller, but as I do so much writing in bed, and the arctic winter is fast approaching I rather like the idea of a silky puffed sleeved jacket to write in. Hmm. It’s £35. What would Joan do?!
Joan would buy it, of course! But we don’t have her bank balance. You have to post a picture of your ebay dress. I just bought a frock there myself today and hope it fits.
My grandmother had the greatest pale blue angora bed jacket (it was a cropped thirties style number with puffed sleeves and was even fluffier than my cat, Peeps). I coveted it. After she died, I finally got my hands on it but what worked on my petite (less than 5 foot) curvy grandmother looked odd on me. I have no idea where it went but imagine my mother threw it away.
I have decided to go and see if it still there today. There’s a massive turnover of stuff in Camden so quite likely someone would have snapped it up as it was right by the door – we shall see.
Love the sound of the angora one. I could always knit myself one I suppose! That wouldn’t be ready until NEXT winter though, or more likely never! I’m still halfway through the second sock I was knitting for Sidney and we split up almost a year ago!