




My ‘Perfect Day’ would have to include a trip to Liberty’s, preferably in the company of Fanny.
We would creak up the old wooden stairs to the third floor and dawdle along the banks of fabric bolts picking out our favorites, then whittling down the list of 20 to one or two (or three or four) must-haves.
My love affair with Liberty of London began over three decades ago when I was a fashion student. I get a little heart twinge when I think of all the clothes I have made with their fabric and I wish I still had them. The only piece remaining from that time is a dress I made for my 21st birthday party out of silk crepe-de-chine. Black background with gorgeous floppy red poppies.
I’m sorry. Going to Target is not the nearly the same thing.
Afterword: Since I wrote this draft, I had aforementioned ‘perfect day’, made perfecter still by a trip to Margaret Howell’s store on Wigmore Street and large slice of creamy gateau and a pot of earl grey at Patisserie Valerie. Fanny came too!