This is a training exercise for the stuff that I will no doubt talk to myself loudly about in the sreet once my marbles go completely, because I absolutely intend to grow old disgracefully.
In the unlikely event that this should be read by someone who actually knows the flesh and blood me, please note that all opinions, mad ideas and general thought-streams are mine alone and have no bearing on those of my employers, workmates or relatives [ blood or otherwise ]
I bought the biba book on my last shopping trip to waterstones. *heart*
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I still have the black plastic bag with gold logo from a shopping trip to Biba's in 1972. I loved that place and I was busy saving my money for a shopping trip there when it closed. Mum brought me a cup of tea and the newspaper with the article of Biba's closing - the picture showed the merchandise being thrown on to the sidewalk for anyone to help themselves. Hats, beautiful velvet hats with dyed ostrich plumes. I cried. What a magical place Bibas was - velvet and plumes and Mary Quant make up.
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I still have the black plastic bag with gold logo from a shopping trip to Biba's in 1972. I loved that place and I was busy saving my money for a shopping trip there when it closed. Mum brought me a cup of tea and the newspaper with the article of Biba's closing - the picture showed the merchandise being thrown on to the sidewalk for anyone to help themselves. Hats, beautiful velvet hats with dyed ostrich plumes. I cried. What a magical place Bibas was - velvet and plumes and Mary Quant make up.
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