Baked to a colour of your choice!

Bored with my quest for true love - I have decided that a holiday is a much better pursuit to passing the tropical summer months whilst the whole of retail is engulfed in sale mode. Miss Mannequin is welcome at the world's top resorts (most especially those with upmarket boutiques!) and I feel a roam round the med would not be unpleasant. Clothes to pack for the trip is no problem for me - as the windows I appear in are invariably linked to stores with the finest apparel. Shoes and accessories...ditto.

Likewise travel arrangements are both swift and discreet (Miss Mannequin could never be seen loitering in a departure lounge, cappuccino in hand). My driver Mark instead drops me directly at the terminal, encased in a softly bubble lined casket designed to keep me warm and snug throughout my journey. I even wear a spongey mask to ensure my make up is journey fresh upon arrival. This way i can slip discreetly from country to country without hassle or damage to my delicate image!                                                                                    No dear reader...the conundrum for Miss Mannequin is really the colour of suntan i should return to. Never one to be ostentatious or out of step with current trends - far from it, Miss Mannequin is expected to set the tones for fashion conscious window models across the globe. In my pursuit of the perfect sultry tone i am perusing the latest colour charts from Dulux. Once chosen, these will be forwarded to my fantastic body-work expert in anticipation of a quick sand down and full body respray upon my return and ready for the new season. My body man is Italian and very stylish, he knows a good body colour when he sees one! See left my shortlist - I'll take the full Dulux swatch book of course, to pass the time on the journey, it might be a long one.

Adieu for now and I'll catch up with you upon my return later in the month.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS to you all

Miss Mannequin

ps - by the way, just a little thought - if like me you want an all over summer glow for your next window debut - contact my lovely people at the bodyspray shop. They'll be glad to help! http://www.proportionlondon.com/bg6-12-27-Renovations

An enchanting afternoon

Thinking about the joys of spring yesterday and the sudden upturn in the weather, I tripped out with my good friend Mr B for a sojourn around Kensington Palace. Public transport aside! (sadly my jolly chauffeur Mark does not work on Saturdays), Mr B and I met at the gates of the Enchanted Palace exhibition and enchanted it certainly was. Fanciful goings on are definitely going on there, with an awe inspiring set of installations within the palace rooms set parallel with a clutter of builders paraphernalia (i guess they were getting on with things behind the plastic).

We were warned upon entry that no photography was allowed (otherwise burly security men would be dispatched to wrestle us to the ground! I lived in hope and opened my shutter wide)! That aside, we were beguiled by what we saw. Some of my old mates (I spied Violetta) appeared in the Boudicca room, twirling from the chandeliers, making beautifully choreographed shadows like a fantastic video projected on the madly patterned and gilded walls.

Dame Viv had run up a stunning frock for a rebel princess (that’s me!) back-dropped against a spooky staircase (I loved the black lace drapes over the lanterns – so Pearl Lowe). To be honest, I was a bit over the knitted throne, having only got to Holly Golightly level in knitting classes perhaps I was just not appreciating it properly. There was a fabulous dress on wheels by Echo Moran – the wheels could be a great asset for a girl! and a cabinet and a half of curiosities. Loved the tiny shoes presented in glass domes (yes I know glass domes are definitely having their moment aren’t they) and the story about the feral boy kept in the palace as a pet! Imagine!!.

The Gallery of Shadows was beyond gorgeous; I danced along its entire length with the attending actors as we watched our shadows prancing across the ceiling … I loved every minute of it. You simply must go and see this exhibition soon, why not take Mr B along with you .. he’s dying to get back there to try and find those burly security men … I wonder what happened to them?

Anyway, I’m off for a well-earned rest back at the showroom, before the customers start flooding in again tomorrow, looking me over and tweaking my hem!!!