Now that the sprog is in her teens I’m no longer mauled around and dressed up on a regular basis. That’s down to the Irish Aunt who today sought to make me look like different well known characters.
No guessing who this one is – HM The Queen, of course. My mum wants me to point out that when I left the house the scarf (proper vintage silk, no less) was tied as a neckerchief, not a regal headscarf.
Not satisfied with posing me for a royal portrait, she then tied it in another style and hey, we had…Vera Duckworth.
At last she allowed me the glamour I deserve with a pair of blingy sunspecs, rocking the Bardot chick in her heyday. Which is your favourite?