monday's child

Saw this woman outside the V&A, wearing a turquoise 3/4 length jacket. I love that colour: it's not my adored, pale, humble celadon glaze shade favourited by Chinese emperors in the Ming Dynasty, which is more like Chanel's 'jade', but instead, the vibrant hue of tropical sea (nothing vague about that), chinos the colour of fine sand, and little Todd-esque driving shoes like a perfect blue sky.

Now, I'm a woman of my word, and if I say I'll post the rest of the 'Sirens' story, I won't keep you hanging forever. But I wanted to post this shot of a Hitchcock blonde today, because of that poem, Monday's Child is full of Grace. Get it? Grace Kelly exhibit @ the V&A? Which reminds me, I STILL haven't seen it! Have you?

Anyone who wants to go with me, perhaps it will finally get my bony ass to actually go inside the exhibit, because God knows, I've been there enough times since it's opened.



But, silly me, I got it wrong. It's:

Monday's child is FAIR OF FACE,
Tuesday's child is FULL OF GRACE,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child must work for a living,
But the child that's born on the Sabbath day,
Is fair and wise and good and gay.

(I think I'm a Wednesday's child, woe is me. And I've checked: statistically, between 4 and 5% of the adult population is gay. I bet they were all born on Saturday.)



It's ironic that I was planning to post this today: awoke to a message from my darling friend Stephanie, of Style Odyssey. She dedicated her post to me! ('never can say goodbye'). I read it and burst into tears. But then again, I am, after all, a Wednesday's child, full of woe.

Stephanie, both fair of face AND full of grace: this post is dedicated to you! Wish you were here.