Cheek to Cheek at Willow Manor

 

 

Heaven... I'm in heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
And I seem to find the happiness I seek,
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

Heaven... I'm in heaven,
And the cares that hung around me through the week,
Seem to vanish like a gambler's lucky streak,
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

Oh, I love to climb a mountain,
And to reach the highest peak.
But it doesn't thrill me half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek.

Oh, I love to go out fishing
In a river or a creek.
But I don't enjoy it half as much
As dancing cheek to cheek.

Dance with me! I want my arms about you.
The charms about you
Will carry me through to...

Heaven... I'm in heaven,
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak.
And I seem to find the happiness I seek,
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.

 

Such excitement!  Have you been over to Willow Manor in the last few days?  Oh, you simply MUST!    The dazzlingly glamorous Willow is holding her 2nd annual Ball at the Manor today and…..gasping intake of breath….has invited us all to attend! 

That marvellous wit and raconteur, intellect and actor extraordinaire – not to mention meltingly-sexy-break-me-off-a-bit-of-that man about Hollywood - Hugh Laurie has persuaded me to drop Guy for the evening and go to the ball with him instead. Who could possibly refuse? Certainly not me! (Guy will just have to get over it, stop sulking - and lend us his favourite car)

 

I think I’ll ask him to shave first – all that fuzz is just too tickly. 

 

I plan on wearing the little Galliano number I bought last week while browsing through his collection at the rue Saint-Honoré store in Paris last month.  I love the freedom it gives me to dance, dance, dance!

Very practical - won’t rip while doing the tango.

Of course, I can’t go anywhere without my Paloma Picasso.  The scent lingers subtly, dahlings.

Hmmm…the memories linger on.

And my mother’s pearls – so simple, so elegant.

First mother, then daughter….and on and on.

And my Louboutins…..which I shall probably kick off as the night progresses.

 Elevation from 5’10”  to  6’ and a bit.

 

Then there is the car - thanks Guy…owe you one.  And yes, Hugh CAN drive!  And no, we can’t get a lift in Elizabeth’s Bugatti.  Now stop yelling and go read your FT for goodness’ sake!

         Dream machine – Morgan roadster

 

Oh, look Hugh has ‘bunched’ me!  Delicious man!

So romantic!

 

And  most important of all – a gift for the hostess.  I think a set of beautifully packaged Jo Malone home fragrances would be just right for the lovely Willow, don’t you?

 

 

Oh, and don’t forget you’re all invited back to mine for smoked salmon Eggs Benedict and freshly brewed coffee after we’ve danced the night away and the sun has risen high in the sky!

 

See you all at the Willow Manor Ball!