This is Pedro. We think he is two years old today.
Or maybe yesterday.
Possibly last week. Anyway, he’s around two. We don’t know for sure because he’s a rescue dog. From Spain. He was dumped on a roadside in St Pedro when he was about 2 or 3 months old. And that’s why he’s called Pedro. Duh.
He’s the best dog I’ve ever had. Actually, he’s the only dog I’ve ever had.
In Spain his main activity was finding the shadiest spot and lying there. All day.
In England his main activity is wagging his tail incessantly and standing by the front door, which is a massive hint that he’d quite like to go to the park and chase the ducks.
He wasn’t at all impressed by the snow. Which is fair enough if you’re a Spanish dog.
And like lying down in the shade. All day.
He was taken to a rescue home in Estepona, which is where he found us. And trotted over to us. And sat on my feet. Curled up. And didn’t move until we’d agreed to take him. He’s cute like that. He’s cute full stop. If I could have a £ for every person who comes up to Pedro and Me and says – ‘what sort of dog is that?’ Pedro and Me would be living in Spain. Lying down in the shade. All day.
To celebrate. He has had a new bandana. Red with blue paisley. And cheese. He’s partial to Cheddar.
If you know what sort of dog he is please do tell?
We just say he is an Andalusian Sheep Dog. Feliz cumpleaños Pedro!
(Click on the top photo for information about Pedro’s brothers and sisters in the Rescue Home in Estepona)
They don’t make them any more like Emilio Pucci – born in 1914 to one of Florence’s most illustrious families, the Marquis Emilio Pucci di Barsento naturally embodied the jet set glamour of post-war Italy.
Multilingual, well-travelled, American-educated, air force pilot, Olympic skier and aristocrat – he was a Renaissance man in every sense of the term. Recovering in Switzerland after the war, and with the Italian economy in ruins, Pucci made ends meet by teaching Italian and giving ski lessons in Zermatt.
It was there that in 1947 a streamlined ski outfit he designed, initially for himself and then for his enthusiastic socialite friends was photographed by a fashion photographer and published in Harper’s Bazaar USA, giving rise to a fashion phenomenon that continues to reverberate to this day.
However, as an ex trolley dolly, I would like to thank Emilio for his fabulous contribution to the airline industry. In 1965, Pucci put an end to ‘The Plain Plane’ with his avant garde uniform and livery designs for Braniff International Airways:
I really think there is room in the market for a re-launch of the ‘bubble helmet’, especially if you live through the monsoons of Northern England. Genius!
Invest in an antique of the future. A signed Pucci scarf. And if you know where I can find a bubble helmet – do let me know!
Click on the scarf to be taken to my shop.
This gorgeous piece is known as a torque, possibly torc, and maybe even torq. The word is derived from the Latin torquis meaning ‘to twist’.
This form of jewellery can be traced back to the Bronze Age, some 4,000 years ago. My bracelet is probably not quite as Ancient, dating back some 30 years approximately. The torc was a sign of nobility and high status. Sometimes worn on the arm, sometimes adorning statues, and often worn around the neck, as these torcs were, which are on display in the British Museum:
To purchase your very own slice of vintage history click on the bracelet. Or torque.
Good old amethysts; the Ancient Greeks would have us believe amethysts ward off the intoxicating powers of Bacchus.
So if you like a tipple, this is the brooch for you!
This stunning 1940’s pin sparkles and twinkles away, and just one glimpse of it will keep you quick witted and clear headed all day long, another Ancient Greek myth….?
Fabulous condition, superb quality. If your Valentine’s Day didn’t live up to expectations, then now is the time to treat yourself!
Buy this brooch here, in my new ETSY shop, before someone else does!