Showing posts with label Tennis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tennis. Show all posts

Monday, 30 May 2011

A weekend of chill

It started on Friday night. Nothing beats a gathering of your girlfriends for fun and too much to drink. Too much prosecco always results in a lots of laughs and a bit of dancing. Instead of dancing around a handbag we decided Vivienne Westwood Melissa shoes were the new bag. Excuse the photos, the blur is alcohol induced. We also analysed the fact the shoes only work with skinny jeans not flared ones. I like how it is possible to have a style clinic in the midst of drunken dancing.






The next day saw a change of pace when I finally fitted into Mr MDS's lifestyle. Incredibly he invited me along with him and petit garcon to the PGA championship golf at Wentworth. I was so shocked to be included I said yes! In the past I've either been working or out socialising doing things I like to do. I ignored my slight hangover and wondered what an earth to wear to golf. I decided to channel an off duty Ms Wintour. Handily one of my best friends had given me an exclusive Ryder Cup tank as she was a very important person in the event held at Celtic Manor.

Bamford jacket (4 years old) French Connection jeans (2 years old), Topshop snood (Sept 10), Springform sneakers (5 years old lovingly worn in)

Wentworth is beautiful and of course one could argue that golf is a good walk ruined (a fav quip) but for once I chilled and followed Mr MDS who knew everything. There I was in an alien environment and it wasn't much different from being at a festival, more orderly and lest wasted peeps granted but it has it's appeal and place. I managed to snap a couple of the golfing world superstars but I couldn't be bothered to snap Ian Poulter (he was walking too fast) and as Luke Donald was playing an important shot, it would have been bad form (apparently). I can't say I would be rushing out to such an event again but it was nice to spend time with Mr MDS and the petit garcon .


Posh chairs at beer/food tent area

Petit garcon very happy with his icecream

Darren Clark with caddy

Lee Westwood with caddy

The petit garcon has fun in the rough!


I carried on my Ms Wintour persona with a game of tennis today, again I'd forgotten how much fun it can be. Totally chilled.

Monday, 8 June 2009

Anyone for tennis?


It's nearly time for Wimbledon and it is the home of the grass courts and tennis whites.
Oh and strawberries of course. Now when I think of Wimbledon I feel all 1930s and Ralph Lauren. Good old RL appropriated the sportswear of the bourgeoisie of middle England and made it his own. It was a faux vision probably of the Surrey courts aided by a whimsical Chanel, Wallis Simpson and Nancy Mitford, maybe RL even picked up a Richmal Compton's Just William.

Why Mr Lauren has even produced some tennis wallpaper .


As well as designing the costume for the umpire and ball boys/girls, Ralph attires Roger Federer who dons the epitome of good tennis taste for Wimbledon channelling Fred Perry a veritable 1930s tennis star all in long whites.






Given the excuse to dress up in all white I would stay British despite Mr Lauren's wonderful hard work and look to arrive in a Vivienne number. I spotted this little beauty on my-wardrobe.com

Anglomania White Plain Square Dress £270.00