(again!) oh I did like being reunited with my home! ‘My home’ being a replica of 1930’s house built within the museum- very cleverly done and fitted out perfectly. I could of spent all day pottering around and it has everything you could want/need (and I do want/need!!!). It even had a Weldon’s knitting pattern booklet, casually lying across the lovely sofa as if someone had just left it while they went off to make a cuppa! Reading ‘service knits for men’ well along those lines anyway- can’t quite remember, but all I do know is that it was a knitting pattern for service wear and that I indeed wanted it! Imperial War Museum
We spent most of our day there, and I found great delight in spotting things within their well put together displays that I have also the pleasure of owning myself. These items being a temporary pack of Empire Dominoes, a book on aircraft recognition, and a booklet on 'basic wireless’ which was found in the SOE section,... so now of course I have visions of it belonging to one of the trainee agents!
After exhausting all possibilities at the IWM, we took a gander down to Westminster Bridge, and I immediately was transported to the closing sequences of Genevieve... Well nearly, apart from the fact that the wonderful John Gregson or Kenneth More were nowhere to be seen, there were more people and modern traffic, and that it was 2011 and not 1953…..the list of differences are endless, but I love the film, so I don’t care!
Ding Dong, Ding Dong...
Wednesday… The V&A, and to be honest I was quite disappointed, mainly due to the costume section being closed, which was the main reason for us going. I did however enjoy the 20th century bit... seeing a cocktail cabinet of dreams, and a utility dressing table which I visualized in some of my more humble of dreams!
After being swallowed up by such a large museum for most part of the day, I was eager to get back out into the fresh air, walking until we reached the Horrific Harrods. Now that shop is truly stuff of nightmares (not quite as bad as being naked on the train or finding yourself in a loo without a door- but near enough!) the whole experience wasn’t pleasant at all, I felt so out of place (a real county gal) and so uncomfortable- surely this shouldn’t be the case when you are shopping! Maybe it’s just that my mentality towards shopping has changed (?) as I only shop vintage now. Anyway I couldn’t wait to get out of there, it was all far too ‘in your face’ for my liking. Shopping is so much better when you have to rummage for your spoils, and not when its handed to you on an overpriced plate. Rant over and out!.....
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