Lady Willowmena Faces the Financial Downturns Pawful Impact, on her Hairdressing Allowance...

Dear all,
I ventured out this morning looking for solace after not only the strikes, but the general doom, gloom and general downturn in everyone's fortunes. I was shocked to find this has also impacted on my own finances. I am sure many of you will empawthise...
I checked the weather  before setting off on my morning walk. I wondered along Holland Park Avenue, on my way to mothers for brunch, briefly stopping off at the bank.
I was visibly shaken when I checked my balance. It looks as though my pawdicure alongside my extra order of Port and lamb sausages, was rather more costly than I'd previously anticipated.
It was very boorish of mother, who upon hearing my pleas for yet another advance on my allowance, waffled on about my feckless attitude to money... Well, one has to have one's hair done.
Mother insisted I accompany her to Fortnum's, where she searched for a more cost effective alternative, for keeping one's hair looking beautiful. Not withstanding my protestations, all mother would agree to was my choosing a contemporary take on this timeless classic.
I have, as you can see taken to my bed in protest...

The extraordinary thing is, I rather like it. It's warm, keeps ones hair in place and is ever so comfy...

Lady Willowmena Holds On to Her Accounts...

Dear all,
Whilst sharing my latest news I thought you'd be suitably impressed. I still wile away many a morning, practicing my Yoga and relaxation techniques. As you know, I am no longer willing to be entirely consumed by a life of frivolity...

The Relaxation pose (Otherwise known as sunbathing)...


Great Aunt lavinia has seen fit to rally the support of her Husband my Great Uncle, Brigadier Bertie  He has been rather zealous in his condemnation of my recent liasons and furthermore condemned my dalliances as wholly unsuitable.  I have been rather dispirited of late, yet I had to acquiesce in the end.

How very  tiresome of him...

I have of course accepted my position within the family, as one of privilege. Great Uncle Bertie has threatened to stop my accounts at both Fortnum's and Lidgate's.

 That includes my Venison sausage account... 

 As such, I  have no other alternative. I do indeed have to take the high ground and end any unsuitable liason's henchforth.

To lift my spirits, and create a favorable impression, I promptly booked myself in for a shampoo and set.

After my visit to the Pawton salon, I'm silky smooth and glowing...

Papas unsubtle hints, of a suitable match at the next pheasant shoot have been too much to bear By all accounts, he has his eyes fixed on a chap whose father works in The Houses of Pawliment... I have thought this through over lunch.  It's could be such fun and more importantly a union between us would  bring in a lot more pheasant..

Straight from church to the family shoot...

I was rather put out whilst on my way from the shoot, I nipped down to the beach to meet my new beau. He is a very charming chap and just the right height, suddenly we were waylaid...

It's the Puparatzi...

I looked for Bates but to no avail,  thankfully  after hearing my distressed calls, he immeadiately saw them off whilst I made a hasty retreat!

BATES!

Winston is going to be big in pawlitics...

Willowmena The Parhelion...

Today I noticed how dark it was at seven this morning. It suddenly hit me that I have to eat earlier if I wanted to even out my tan. 

My Vet has of course warned me, of the risks I am taking with my health. I sat through his rather monotone voice lecturing me, with regards, over tanning and frankly I was offended. 

You won't believe this, he actually suggested I was turning orange, due to excessive sun bathing.  I came home deeply disturbed, and had a second breakfast -

Before taking up pole position...

The Trials & Tribulations of Choosing Ones sleeping arrangements...

Last weekend I spent an inordinate amount of time trying to decide on my favourite bedding. This may seem to many a futile use of my time. However I would remind them that I and all my kindred lovers of sleep, comfort and decadence spend three quarters of our lives,contemplating Play-to, Ham-let etc. I am now on the other side of nine- ok ten.. My paws are a little too keen to go in the opposite direction they were intended, so I value lifes little luxuries all the more. Openly bare floors- hmmm, thats easy I don't do those... I've tried small but Silk, this won't do, I don't wish to be this close to the floor.

The fall could seriously damage my dreams.

So - I've considered the weather, the onset of Winter, the cold dark days, and have therefore tried out- an Organic sheepskin throw...

Listening to Pooch-ini...


The soft corduroy pillow with obligatory fleece blanket, will save on heating bills no doubt. Yet I fear I  pre-empt the severity of my surroundings. Its disconcerting to know, it takes far longer to jump up and run for my breakfast, lunch, tea and supper...

With this in mind I think I should have a little more breakfast, leading me into a more, decadent frame of mind. After toast, bacon and scrambled eggs I experiment with the Chaise Longue...

Please...

It's hard to be discriminating as it's lunch time soon. However I delve into the depths of my resolve to dispel, the faint sound of rumblings emerging from my stomach...

I've had my run, I've contemplated philosophy in my more lucid moments. Now I shall try the Pucchi Silk. It's fun, it's comfortable and it has the most divine paisley to perk one up.

Excellent when the hum drum existence of an editor becomes all too banal...

Contemplating England...

Oh What a Lovely summer...

Hello there,
My spring began with a trip to Whitstable. We took a house on the beach front, where I had my own terrace which was rather wonderful. I do realise of course my mother did this to stop me from meandering along the beach at my own pace, which is I'll admit  is rather slower than my family would like.

I find it most satisfying to sniff away nonchalantly whilst they call "Willowmena! in sweet loving tones, that is until they notice Im looking at them out of the corner of my eye, stalling for as long as possible,until their tone becomes somewhat irksome. Then I roll over in whatever earthy smells are around and run as fast as  my disconcertingly short legs will carry me...  

Rock, Cornwall

I enjoyed my time in Kent, yet yearned for my favorite place, bar Holland Park and Notting Hill- Cornwall.  We arrived at our usual destination and spent two sunny weeks, on the beach or watching my brother surf in Polzeath. Im not allowed on that particular beach but am more than content with the small select beach front in Rock. I met my friends again this year, Charlie's my favorite as he is so gregarious he gets away with an awful lot of digging up lovely smelly things in the communal back gardens. This year his record was 17 holes, three dead mice, a few rags and some ones bones! Baxter, Nellie, Spot, Bella, Ted, Russell and Clifford were all there and we had great fun dashing up and down the beach and across the dunes.


Rock beach.

I had such a super time, although I do have to pace myself, as invariably I end up like this...

We have had varying degrees of success where the food is concerned, I , despite my family's obvious disapproving glances, was never quite satisfied with the portions, mean little things I found. My ideal is the freshly caught fish and chips at The Blue Tomato Cafe, Yummy...
Back to London to attend to my social commitments.
I settled on pearls for the evening...



Holland Park Opera

Ready for Cocktails

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Oh dear,
After Cocktails...

After Cocktails...