Dress your man in gold

Men.. they're nothing but ornaments as far as I'm concerned... luxury items who are there to look pretty but say very little.  The less said the better.  I dress my man - Juan, the Brazilian chauffeur who speaks not a single word of English - up in this little gold outfit, purchased from E-bay.  It may be winter here, but Ba Humbug! to those souls who say this reveal-all outfit is inappropriate for my conservative village.  You won't find my staff here at Fanny Towers dressed in Primark denimwear or hand-me-downs.

I'm lovingly adding a bit of glamour to northwest Buckinghamshire.  

What am I wearing, right now, you ask?

Well, this....  I made it myself.  It's called "Fanny Love's Approach of Spring" Dress made from lambs' wool with real moss plucked from the banks of the River Cherwell.  The hat is a bit uncomfortable, I must confess, made as it is from a long, narrow plant pot once full of geraniums.  I'm never seen out of doors without one of my famous hats!


However, not all of my staff get to wear the finest couture.  No.. my current, insubordinate maid, Basil, has just been handed this bespoke uniform to wear.  Her employment contract has just been re-issued stating she must wear this 24 hours a day.  Isn't it divine?