Cosmo Gets Delayed at the Office

1970s, cosmopolitan, Diane Logan, Lloyd Loom, personal stuff, Santa Raymond, Studio, Tessa Kennedy, Tim Street-Porter

Photographed by Tim Street-Porter. Scanned from Cosmopolitan, February 1973.

Still slowly settling into my lovely studio space; trying to avoid the pitfalls of the ‘I must fill it up, it must look exactly how I want it to immediately‘ mentality, to which I know I am vulnerable. Slowly, but surely. My beloved Lloyd Loom table and chair are out of storage and awaiting a respray from their slightly grotty boudoir pink to… I don’t know yet.

I am on a promise for an original ladderax bureau unit, inherited indirectly from my grandparents, to store my reference books, magazines and paperwork. The framed pictures are stacking up in the corners, waiting for locations. The last thing I want is for it to feel like an office. I want it to feel like a creative, comfortable studio space. I discovered a long time ago, whilst temping, that a ‘trad’ office environment is really, really not for me.

So while I am developing things slowly, I am also taking inspiration from this fantastic Cosmopolitan feature on businesswomen and their office spaces. The chaos of Diane Logan’s millinery studio is probably closest to my natural style:

“You have to create a look like this out of rubbish*. It doesn’t just arrive.”

But there is plenty to admire and covet in all three.

*I don’t approve of the word ‘rubbish’, but I approve of her sentiment.

Scanned from Cosmopolitan, February 1973.

Computer agonies…

personal stuff

Well it’s been one VERY unhappy April Fool’s Day for Miss Peelpants. My computer has been struck down with this very nasty Windows Repair virus (please, PLEASE be careful…) and, as far as I can tell, is completely screwed right about now. I’m mainly concerned about all my files, of course, since the actual computer is rather doddery and wheezy these days and could do with replacement, but still. It’s the last thing I need and being up until 5am trying to deal with it has not left me in any kind of mood or fit state to go to Mrs Jones’s party tonight, which I’m more than a bit annoyed about.

I need to get my head together and reorganise finances a bit, see if how I can manage a new pooter, and I was due to be away on a buying trip next week anyway, so I’m going to just concentrate on that for now. I might still be able to blog and upload to the website, but it’s entirely dependent on the kindness of others and my overall mood, which is (unsurprisingly) pretty lousy right now. So, to paraphrase David Soul, don’t give up on me baby.

Le Sigh