Du Jour – Liberty of London Cotton Lawn (Ranga)
‘Tis true; Monsieur Du Jour has returned after a sabbatical at Le Nevaï, Verbier in the Swiss Alps, where all restorative cures should be taken. It has been a time of mornings languishing on wooden deck chairs overlooking Val de Bagnes, afternoons sweating out the impurities of life in the Turkish hamman and tobogganing in the Swiss Romande, and evenings strolling through the snowy moonlight night. I unpack my steamer, noting with satisfaction the array of stickers documenting my meanderings. Francy, the one-eyed ginger cat, and Lulu, the Maine Coon are bemused, but grateful to be curled up together on top of my quilt; caviar and lox in silver dishes are good temporarily, but nothing soothes like home. I hang up my newest Liberty shirt in my cedar wardrobe – the staggered green and blue houses remind me of the German Expressionist paintings of Franz Marc, and I am happy.