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Luckily, nobody had been hurt although Lloyd's, it appeared from the number of zeros on the end of cheque, had been somewhat singed. As it turned out, Araminta and Harry Loughley-Cash had overnight become the envy of their Kensington contemporaries, who rather yearned to throw off their Puffa jackets, chuck out the chintz and have carte blanche to reinvent themselves in the fashionably minimalist s.
Araminta planned to begin in Bond Street, with her eldest daughter, year-old Eloise, in tow. They would start, she vowed, with Gucci, where Araminta had her eye on a chic half-moon shaped Mezzaluna shoulder-bag in butter-soft black suede, before progressing on to Chanel.
Eloise, who usually shared her generation's nonchalance about timekeeping, had grown positively punctual at the prospect of acquiring Chanel's newest status timepiece: For her son Caspar, Araminta had earmarked Tiffany's stainless-steel-strapped Streamerica Eleven seconds autobiography of travis roy book report essay, with time zone windows enabling him to work out precisely when to call his globetrotting friends.
But in the time-keeping department, year-old Celeste was easiest not to mention cheapest: How grateful Harry had been when Araminta had offered to re-equip their life, and the empty modern Chelsea Harbour apartment they had rented.
Personally, after a life-time spent rearranging bibelots, Araminta would have been happy with a Futon Company mattress on the floor, a Baccarat crystal bud vase and a single rose from Ken Turnerbut she quite understood that her family's comfort threshold soared way above her own. Nevertheless, since they were indeed camping for the moment, what better excuse to invest in Hermes 'Pippa' campaign wood-and-leather beds for the family, with a portable folding writing desk for Harry?
And so practical, later, for the occasional family safari to the Masai Mara. Who knows, perhaps Harry might finally get round to writing that detective novel he had always dreamed of? So, just in case, she treated her husband to Mont Blanc's limited edition 'Agatha Christie' Meisterstuck, with its silver serpent snaking up the shiny black cap.
Of all their losses, Araminta most lamented that of the crisp, crested family sheets, but cheered up enormously on discovering that Thomas Goode could have personalised Irish linen replacements for her in a week.
She could not resist the aptly-named Cocoon bed linen, at Harrods, either; how recklessly extravagant and a tad impractical to have an all-silk duvet, but frankly, Araminta had tired of hospital corners. Harry, meanwhile, had been mainly despondent about his collection of hunting and dog pictures, and that very afternoon had an appointment with Dover Street dealer Richard Green, swiftly followed by Kensington Church Street's Lucy Campbell, to peruse some equine replacements.
This, Araminta divined, could prove the source of some connubial conflict, since - having trawled Cork Street - she rather fancied a complete change, something large and splashily abstract from Waddington's, or some pencilled nudes from The Fine Art Society in Bond Street.
Not for Harry, then, the total image overhaul Araminta had planned for herself. She hoped he would like the positively daring paisley ties from Etro that she had picked out.
All of which reminded Araminta. He had patiently informed his computer illiterate parents that to replace his precious now melted stereo, he simply had to have an Apple Mac Quadra computer with its own CD player.
Araminta was rather relieved to discover that the 'turbo-mouse' he'd also specified wouldn't need a cage. Meanwhile, Eloise, heavily influenced by the Superwaifs, was fantasising about her autumn wardrobe, planned to the last detail: At these, Araminta rolled her eyes in despair, although she was considerably more cheered by the prospect of a splash-printed, cosy velvet scarf from Georgina von Etzdorf and - to complete the Upper Crustie look - a pair of Cartier's hippyish rimless Madison glasses.
Araminta consoled herself with the thought that Celeste, her youngest, leaned sartorially more towards the sweetly smocked velvets on offer at The White House and Patrizia Wigan, and was positively pining for a velvet-collared cashmere overcoat, from Anthea Moore Ede.
Personally, Araminta had always yearned to indulge herself with couture, but had rarely ventured further afield than dear old Jaeger.
This, however, seemed an unmissable opportunity to compromise with the clean lines of a made-to-measure suit or five from Robinson Valentine, the design duo responsible for Viscountess Linley's charming going-away outfit, currently luring half of Kensington to cross the river to Wandsworth in quest of perfect tailoring in velvet and satin-backed crepe.
She also lusted after an unstructured Armani jacket, a frock coat from Georges Rech and, for evenings, a perennially stylish Saint Laurent 'smoking'. Then on to Catherine Walker for serious after-dark wear, Janet Reger for her new silk smalls very smalls, she notedand a swift, painless Pounds on opaque and black lace Fogal tights.
In her comfortably elegant Ferragamo heels, Araminta was beginning to feel quite wicked, not at all a familiar sensation in a mother-of-three no longer in the first hot flush of middle age. She hoped that Harry would look up from the cricket reports long enough to notice, and nipped into Les Senteurs for a new fragrance, settling upon Patricia de Nicolai's appropriately sinful-sounding Sacre Bleu.
Replacing the ghastly Victorian family jewels would of course be a piece of cake. Besides, nobody wore tiaras any more.
Araminta rather craved a simple cabochon sapphire ring to match her new navy suit from Bulgari, a single string of South Sea pearls seen in Garrard's window and a stunning hematite choker from Annabel Jones where she could not resist indulging Harry with a pair of bee-shaped cufflinks.
This, Araminta mused, sipping a pit-stop capuccino at The Berkeley, was proving rather a whizz. When it came to shopping for their new home - so chic to rent, she thought, now that Princess Anne's doing it - Celeste came along to 'help', although it was not long before Araminta gave up struggling to divert her attention away from her Nintendo Gameboy, all the rage in the Lower Third.
To Wedgwood for china - the all-white, basket-effect Nantucket dinner service so restfully understated - and Asprey's, for crystal and cut glass. Upon returning home to their stark chrome and glass abode in Chelsea, Araminta was relieved to find that Harry, ever the good scout, had assumed control in the luggage department.The 30A Songwriters Festival Lineup will be announced later this year!
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