QUIPCO Gentlemen’s Day – Newmarket
Fri-date. A little luxing with Glenda of Work Your Style.
And nope, we didn’t just glam it up to stand by a tree. I definitely saw the odd horse between fizz sips. I think!! So here’s a quickie on the outfit deets.
The dress. Pink, preppy, pastel. Not standard luxing if I’m honest. I got internet fatigued and made a rash/fash decision. Luckily for me, it coincided with a long term covet obsession for ANYTHING with a collar. So I kept.
Add to that, some gale-force flirting and low flying fizz flutes, Dress fended off the fashion frights splendidly. Heavy hem – 1. Whippet wind tunnel – nil.
Luxe proof that the occasional late night Amex investment isn’t technically assault. Ahem. Mr. Luxe.
The shoes. I find white shoes a little tricky to put on/pull off. These low heel sandals have given a good service in their 5 year term of luxe paw protection. Guaranteed toe cleavage and ankle support make these strappy’s The Firm favourite. Post Friday and passive/aggressive gravel path, I’m sending them away to recuperate. They get back a week on Monday – probs need to buy an understudy.
Luxe proof that you can never have too many pairs of white shoes. Ahem. Mr. Luxe.
The bag. Clutches/miniatures/purses in general carry the square route of diddly squat. If you or someone you know is struggling with inadequate pouch disorder. Tough luxe. Hop over to FENDI. I got hungry and bought into Baguette. A pouch of modest proportion but the flap belies ‘bags’ of space. And I’m normally totes tardis.
Luxe proof that you don’t need a rucksack at the racetrack. Ahem. Mr. Luxe
The hat. Fascinating as they are, I didn’t want a head band. I wanted a head topper, a rain catcher, a bonnet with a bow. Much trawling ensued with talk of hat hire and vintage fairing >>> I forgot<<< So thursday Mr. Luxe and I sloped off to Horsham high street and brought home Natural Petal Blossom Saucer Hat – name shame aside, it fits my small head (not too wide).
Proof that I have far too much to remember and need a holiday. Ahem. Mr. Luxe.
Meanwhile, in other race related luxing, fashion wing-girl Glenda rocked out in a Dior inspired ensemble so sublime, we ducked into the champagne tent early to avoid the constant camera flashing. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
You can find more pics of her (and me) luxing like ladies on here. Or better still, stalk her closet at Work Your Style. Think I need to work my champagne stamina.
Thanks Newmarket, for pretty ponies and pink fizz, next meet already pencilled in.
SHOP the LUXE
Dress Victoria Victoria Beckham, Shoes Manolo Blahnik, Baguette Fendi, Hat BHS
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