Mulmerry, pt. 4: The Picnic Dress

As my last instalment for Mulberry month, I thought I’d show you my new ‘Picnic’ dress (any excuse to get the cost-per-wear basis down really…). Ever since seeing it on those red-headed models on the runway, I knew it was actually made for me – Emma Hill might as well called it the “Briony goes punting and picnicking and frolicking through country laneways with bunnies in Cambridge” dress. Or something like that.

So perfect was it, that despite the painfully hefty pricetag for a ‘day dress’ that I would essentially be mistreating by riding bikes and sprawling all over grass in, I’ve been thinking, obsessing, and generally fantasising about it since the day I saw it. In the end I got so fed up with my own broken-record thoughts that I just took a deep breath, made my peace with surrendering a large chunk of my paycheck, and clicked ‘order’.

In my mind, this is basically the exact dress my summer alter-ego – she who doesn’t have to sit in an office doing clever political things, but who spends all her days lying on grassy river banks gazing up at the sky as fluffy clouds drift by, having garden parties in the beautiful secret gardens of the Cambridge colleges, punting on the Cam (pretending to read Hemingway but actually just watching all the Chuck Bass-clones float by on neighbouring boats), talking to bunnies in the hedgerows (embarrassingly, I’m not even joking), and sitting on park benches with a box of Laduree macarons – wears whenever the sky is blue.

So of course I’m now finding any excuse to do all of the above as often as possible (wearing the dress, obviously). But despite all the outdoorsiness this dress is going to see this summer, I am going to try not to mistreat it too much; I’ll try to remember to take a blanket to sit on when picnicking, and to not fall off my bike when whizzing along laneways. Failing that, I’ve got an industrial-sized bottle of Vanish on hand just in case. Stain-attraction aside, the only problem with this dress is that the only accessories it wants to be teamed with are a tan, a Pashley bicycle, a wicker picnic basket, my Mulberry Tillie satchel and a tiny gold Alex Monroe bumblebee necklace. Do you think anyone will notice if I go barefoot all summer?

Those of you who follow me on Facebook might have seen this already, but there is also a little interview with me over on the Mulberry blog. The love is mutual!

And so, this concludes Mulmerry month on A Girl, A Style. I hope you enjoyed it! Would you like to see any other themed months on here? Unless you want me to pose in a leather catsuit or give line dancing instructions, I’m always happy to oblige reader requests.

Love, Miss B xx

P.S. Some of you have pointed out that I’m misspelling ‘Mulberry’ in the title of these posts. Rather than being unable to spell (I was one of those freakishly/annoyingly smart 6 year-olds who won spelling bees – grammar has never been my problem), it actually means “Mulberry makes me merry = Mulmerry”. Geddit?  

Small Pleasures: Happiness is a Box of Laduree Macarons

I truly believe that small pleasures make life infinitely more fun. I am constantly in pursuit of them, and discovering a new small treat (or returning to one of my favourites) never fails to bring a smile to my face. It might be something such as a new bright pink lipstick, a cup of tea somewhere decadent, buying a bunch of peonies at the farmer’s market, acts of kindness, or simply the luxury of time to spend an entire weekend reading a book and organising your shoe wardrobe. Whatever it is, the point is that although it’s a rare treat that doesn’t cost a lot of money (this isn’t about frequent consumerism or emotional spending), but it’s something which always makes you smile on a grey day or when you’re in a slump.

So in recognition of the place small luxuries hold in living a charmed life, I’ve decided to start a new series on the litle things that make me smile. And for my first post on the subject, it seemed appropriate to mention Laduree, because exquisite French macarons (or almost anything Parisian, for that matter) always bring a smile to my face. I remember my very first trip to Laduree; I was 23, and travelling to Paris for the very first time on my own (it took 30 hours to get there from Australia, but I loved every second I was there). I vividly remember thinking that the shopfront was like the magical Land of Sweets from the Nutcracker that I used to dream of as a child, brought to life before me, right there in Paris. I went inside and felt as though I’d arrived at my fantasy Parisian salon, complete with the most charming staff, the kind of attention to detail I worship, and desserts that blew my sweet-tooth into a whole other realm.

Ever since that day, a trip to Laduree (I choose the tiny gilded cave on Piccadilly when I can’t make it to Paris) is guaranteed to send me skipping home with glee, with that powdery green bag swinging from my arm. For opening one of those pretty little boxes (which I always save to store jewels and trinkets in, or to send a little packet of treats to a friends in cities deprived of Laduree) to find the light-as-air jewel-coloured treats within is surely the gourmand equivalent of a treasure box, or a Faberge egg.

Do you like this new series? What is your ultimate ‘small pleasure’?

Love, Miss B xx

Mulmerry, pt. 3: Mulberry, the Book

In celebration of their 40th birthday (can you believe the label, which feels like such an English icon, is so young?) Mulberry have released the most spectacular coffee table book. Largely shot by Venetia Dearden (who followed the Mulberry team around for the past two years), it is a beautiful, candid peek behind the scenes of the wonderful Mulberry world.

After the book opens with the history of Mulberry, it goes on a visual journey through Mulberry’s runway shows, the factory in Somerset (the last luxury accessories factory in the UK), scenes from the brand’s legendary parties (the golden ticket of Fashion Week), to glimpses of Emma Hill and the design team at work.

Emma Hill very kindly sent me my own personal copy, and I sat down and read the entire thing the other night (two hours of uninterrupted downtime to read being a luxury to me in itself). Between the carousel horses and oversized roses and parties and buttery soft bags within its pages, when I closed the back cover I had that same lovely feeling I used to get after reading Enid Blyton’s Enchanted Forest (and escaping into a magical land far away) as a child. A grown up fairytale book indeed!

If you know your Alexa from your Batswater, then this book is just wanting to land on your coffee table (not literally – it weighs about 5kg…)

I’d love to know what your favourite books were as children? And what us your favourite grown-up coffee table book to escape into the world of?

Love, Miss B xx

P.S. I was lucky enough to sit down with Creative Director, Emma Hill, for a cup of tea and a chat at the book’s launch. To see my interview with her, visit my post over at LibertyLondonGirl