tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129559055667641398.post8900351704196361250..comments2024-01-09T23:37:09.122-05:00Comments on L'age Moyen: The grey advantageL'age moyenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03297717031402619963noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129559055667641398.post-35463272488240194342011-07-06T00:38:55.550-04:002011-07-06T00:38:55.550-04:00I was just thinking about Diana Vreeland myself! h...I was just thinking about Diana Vreeland myself! http://wendybrandes.com/blog/2011/06/diana-vreeland-isabella-blow-and-me/WendyBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15578678568161906538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129559055667641398.post-43523177807216122182011-06-24T19:15:09.706-04:002011-06-24T19:15:09.706-04:00I love the comment above and I can picture the sce...I love the comment above and I can picture the scene exactly. Yes, she hated Bubbles but everyone still used it privately. Thank you for the mention. Have a lovely weekend xxChristina @ Fashion's Most Wantedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06583201549332262341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1129559055667641398.post-17256978084056866462011-06-14T05:53:51.931-04:002011-06-14T05:53:51.931-04:00I was once at a dinner where Lady Rothermere was a...I was once at a dinner where Lady Rothermere was a guest (she hated the nickname 'Bubbles' and froze anyone who used it), and I went up in the lift with her. There wasn't much room and she glared at me. She was wearing a bright pink flounced frock like a lampshade, and she had tiny feet in pink silk slippers- they looked like little hooves. She resembled an inadequatel y- tethered pink balloon.Parthenopehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01144352776302880388noreply@blogger.com