I spend most of my day working from home. Sitting in my less than pristine (okay, it’s messy) office, usually in my exercise pants and bare feet (or woolly slippers in the winter), my hair pulled back out of my eyes, and no make-up or jewellery, I am hardly the picture of sophistication or style. I I try to tidy up when I go out in public, and wear appropriate business clothes for meetings. But just occasionally, an event comes along that requires me to make an effort. Better, occasionally an event comes along that makes me want to make an effort.
Yesterday, my favourite designer launched her first store in Wellington. Peony and I – having been long-term clients of Penny who would run it (and the designer) – were invited to the launch, much to my husband’s trepidation. (Trelise Cooper clothes aren’t cheap). It was a simple, morning function, so I didn’t need to get too dressed up. But it was definitely an occasion, and I knew the women attending would be wearing the designer’s gear. So we hauled out some of our glad rags, and I wedged myself into my sexy new shoes, the highest heels I’ve ever owned, and after a coffee and a gossip we teetered along.
The new shop was gorgeous. As Trelise said in her speech, Penny had created a gallery for her clothes, with cathedral ceilings, original beams, white walls, copper sculptures and elaborate chandeliers. We oohed and aahed over the clothes, the selection of jewellery, the indulgent, lush changing rooms, the chocolate covered profiteroles, and (quietly) the clothes the other guests were wearing. Trelise’s oldest client was there – at 92. Now that’s what I call an old lady with style.
Trelise showed why she’s such a success, winning us all over with her speech, thanking us for inviting her clothes into our lives, and (to knowing nods and rueful laughter from the women who had gathered) bemoaning Penny’s persuasiveness. A master marketer as well as designer, Trelise made a point of meeting as many people as possible. We met her and were charmed.
We left with a goodie bag, but no parcels (sales don’t begin till next week). Peony and I felt like fashionistas, and didn’t want the magic to end, so ended up having an elegant lunch – with bubbles, of course, dahlings – to review the event, exclaim over the perfume and La Mer cream and Trelise necklaces from our goodie bags.
Then it was home, to real life and a relieved husband.