Thirteen Years of a Busy Woman's LifeAlec-Tweedie, Mrs. (Ethel)
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Thirteen Years of a Busy Woman's Life
Alec-Tweedie, Mrs. (Ethel)
Alec-Tweedie, Mrs. (Ethel), -1940; Great Britain -- Intellectual life -- 20th century
“We went to Paris and ordered the dress, which I dare say would
have been just as well made in England, only somehow it sounds
smarter to cross the Channel for it. The four yards of wonderful
train of glistening, sheeny, silvery stuff was made and ready, the
three white plumes, the long tulle veil and white gloves were all
on my bed waiting, and I was just wild with excitement. I wanted to
get dressed at breakfast-time, but as the Court did not begin until
10 p.m., the family decided that was rather too early, although I
really did have my head done soon after lunch, as the hairdresser
came then to perform upon it. He had so many engagements for Court
heads, he had to dress it then or not at all. He did it up in
the most wonderful manner, frizzed it and curled it, the greater
part of the coiffure being, however, low on my neck, as that, he
declared, was more becoming with the tulle veil. When he had done
he placed the three white feathers conspicuously in front, and
twisted the tulle in and out of the curls. A long strand of tulle,
which was finally to hang down my back, he folded up and pinned in
a bob on the top of my head, so that it might not inconvenience me
during the many hours that intervened before I went to Buckingham
Palace.
“They say that seven thousand people are still waiting for
invitations; if they only knew how lovely it all was they would be
more anxious even than they now are, for it was a veritable dream
of splendour, gorgeousness, and magnificence, such as my youthful
mind had never conceived possible.
“We left home early, and when we arrived at St. James’s Park about
half-past eight, a line of carriages was already before us, but
as the doors were not opened till nine we had to wait our turn.
Gradually that procession of carriages moved on; we did not draw up
in front of Buckingham Palace, which I know so well from the road,
but drove right into a courtyard at the back, a regular quadrangle,
round the four sides of which a brilliant row of gas-jets was
shining. The Royal folk wisely live in these more secluded portions
of the Palace, and their private rooms overlook the gardens, which
are lovely and contain a lake, instead of looking on to the public
part of St. James’s Park.
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