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Chapter Three – Paris 60’s fashion

from the book MAGNETIC – Again, just a girl!

In 1960 Inga revealed in a letter to her mother that she was married. She had fallen in love with an ambitious English actor and had silently married a year ago. Anna and her mother were surprised as this announcement had come so sudden, and it took only two more months, and Inga had announced her divorce. Knocking on Anna’s door who had meanwhile moved to Paris and was working as a model. Inga now found herself in the city of love, Paris, the city she had always dreamed of, just not as she once had imagined happy in love. But devastated and without the men of her dreams.

The upcoming week was Fashion Week, and Anna had a go. She had gotten hold of great model jobs for major brands after she had been the muse of one of the great French designers. Whereas Inga was looking for a new love, Anna had fallen in love with a new man, just two months ago. Her new flame was Jean, a film director who was known for his film noir.

Sunday night after the show, Anna invited Inga to one of the after-parties, and shortly after midnight, Inga disappeared with one of the guys, who Jean had introduced her to, Louis. He was actually in the insurance business. Anna got a call from her sister the next day late in the afternoon. She told her that she had spent the night with Louis and asked if they would want to meet at the Au Rocher de Cancale later in the evening for dinner. Anna had a quick chat with her lover Jean and came back on Inga to agree.

The Au Rocher de Cancale was one of the oldest restaurants in Paris. A restaurant that had opened its doors in 1864 and was famous for its salads and oysters. Inga loved the oysters because of being up to date with the crowed while Anna enjoyed the chewy feeling and the sour flash of citron on them. The oyster’s taste disguised Louis as well as the fact that they were served alive. But he kept a smiling face while swallowing to keep up with the etiquette. Jean, who had French origins, had grown up with the tradition of eating oysters. He could tell a thousand stories for each oyster they had eaten. He enjoyed simply the taste, the raw of it as well as the show of how the three went about the oyster food. Jean smiled and started the conversation.

“It’s the Cannes Festival next week. I have an invitation and a friend who has a beautiful beach house there. How about a weekend trip?”

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The three girls, Anna, Inga and Betty, were standing in the Hall waiting to see their newly arrived sister for the first time.

Dolphie’s friend Charly, the owner of the old villa, had asked the girls to come to the salon, the part of the house where they usually were not allowed to go. The salon featured an extravagant interior. The long dining table was placed on the left and was set for sixteen people with expensive dishes of white porcelain, silver cutlery, textile napkins tied in little silver rings. At the right were a sofa set and the table. The wall had been decorated with huge paintings, of which some were displaying family members, others depicted landscape sceneries of the nearby outdoors A passage lead along to the next room, which was used as the living room, and from there into another room the library. Anna was standing in the library at a wooden table, which was from the 18th century. She was impressed, observing the book titles in the huge library shelves, then her eyes caught the big book on the wooden table, the family bible. She opened the book, reading the dedication on the front page ‘Again, God gave us just a girl’. The moment Charly came through the passage, walking towards Anna.

“Oh, you are reading in our family bible?” He took a look at the dedication.

“Ah, my grandfather wrote this at my auntie’s birth,” Charly commented and then he smiled. “But you have no idea what this girl did! She became the first person who ever took a long-distance drive with a car. Together with her husband she invented the first automobile.” And Charly continued to tell Anna the story about Bertha’s first “promotion ride” with the automobile. Anna was impressed and Charly pointed to one of the family portraits of a young beautiful woman.

“That is her, Bertha.” Then the two walked back to the salon, taking a seat at the dining room.


The following year Dolphy arranged for his two daughters, Inga and Anna, to get a good education and the girls were sent to England.

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Great Writers · Poems

“Love’s Philosophy,” by Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822)

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—

See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?

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Sisley racing down the Hill on her skies. Sue was still standing on top of the Hill Jakobshorn watching Sisley who had just stopped and was now waiting for Sue who had not been on Skies for almost ten years. Last time Sue had been skiing with her family but her aunt had just been moaning. Everything Sue did her aunt had something to say about. How she was skiing, her smoking of course and last but not least when Sue had said she did not want to be on the photograph when they were posing for a family shot her aunt also had to say something about this “when you do not want to be in the picture, you could have taken the picture for us at least.” After the trip, her aunt apologized for her constant criticism of Sue.


Sadly, this was the memory she had now on her mind despite overlooking this stunning winter wonderland scene. Instead of remembering the first time she had been skiing with her school class and later on with her Dad’s men clique who all were stunned about how great she was skiing.  Sue took one more breath forgetting her aunt’s comments and recalling all the positive comments she had once heard and there she was skiing downhill like she had never done something else. Almost on Sisley’s hight, she incorporated a bend and with an abrupt stop, she arrived right next to Sisley scratching a bit snow in the air.
“Wow, this is so amazing, I almost forgot how much fun this is.” Sue was screaming for joy.
“Yeah, what took you so long? I thought you are about to put down roots! But you have quite a speed on skies, wow!” Sisley laughed.
“Yes, I had some memory from my last skiing tour hanging on, my auntie’s words. “Why don’t you and you should…., that kind of thing.” Sue tried to explain. “Your auntie? You are thinking about your auntie? This is the last thing I would think about here, come on let’s go up there and then to the Jatzhütte. Maybe we meet some nice hot skier so you can shift your mind to better things than past family matters.” Sisley joked.
“Oh, yeah, you are right, this is not the place here to think about drama.” Sue agreed and the two made their way down and to the next chairlift.

Enjoying the scenery while steering towards the Jatzhütte.
“This was really the best idea to come here to Davos.” Sue swarmed.  Just a week before Christmas Sisley had suggested a short trip to Switzerland, Davos as she had found an all-inclusive trip for a really, great price. And here the two had arrived just right to spend the time between Christmas and new year in the snow.


The two could hardly believe it, they stepped out of the ski lift sliding towards the Jatzhütte. Bright blue sky, George Michael’s “Last Christmas” was playing and they overlooked a breath-taking scenery on a hight almost 2600 m on Jatzhorn.
“This looks like paradise.” At the edge of the mountain, some crazy guys had stripped off their clothes and were sitting in a jacuzzi surrounded by some Swedish girls.
“Is this real?” Sisley asked. One of the guys who were sitting in the Jacuzzi turned around.
“Yes, this is real, so real, Sisley.” A familiar voice replied to Sisley, and a grinning Boyce looked at Sisley and Sue.
“Ladies? What surprise, want to join?”
Sue couldn’t get her mouth close. “No way, Boyce, you? That’s you?” Sue had a crush on Boyce, and it wasn’t too long ago the two had spent a wonderful night together. And yes, at some point she had hoped to meet him again despite being aware of his reputation on girls, and which was obviously he wasn’t sitting alone in the jacuzzi but surrounded by some attractive Swedish blondes.
“Eh, not now, we need some substantial food, first, maybe later.” Sisley smiled. Well, she knew Boyce knew that they would spend the winter-break in Davos as she had told him herself. But that he would spend his winter-break here too, he had not mentioned.

An hour later they all were sitting at the bar having some drinks. Flyers were spread across the table offering New Year Eve parties and Boyce suggested to spend New Year’s Eve together. The girls agreed and despite the party was already sold out Boyce arranged some invitation for the girls.

They went for another two hours skiing and then relaxed in their hotel spa before they would meet again at the Casino for dinner and some little gamble.
“Seriously? Boyce is here? Like this means any less trouble?” Sue was speechless.
“Well, you don’t have to make it like trouble, just enjoy and see what happens?” Sisley continued. “Which is obvious, of course.“ Sue could not hide her sparkle eyes when she was talking about Boyce, not when she was thinking about him and certainly not when she was around him. The two busted into laughter.

At eight the girls met Boyce for dinner in the Pizzeria and then moved on next door to the Casino on the Promenade. The place where almost every prominent person spends an evening when skiing in Davos. And so it was no surprise when Sisley’s eyes sparked a familiar person at the Roulette tables – charming Robbie surrounded by some attractive blondes, also these girls were already familiar, they were the girls from the Swedish skiing team Sisley and Sue had already met in company with Boyce earlier the day.

The Trio joined the Roulette table. Sisley played decent on the 50/50 chances while Robbie came closer to her setting on whole numbers and did not keep short on compliments towards Sisley almost forgetting about the Swedish skiing team.

Later the evening after playing some rounds and watching the games going on at the blackjack table, Sisley felt like it was just yesterday that she had spent time with Robbie despite this was over a year ago now, but with him, she could talk endlessly and it felt so comfortable and it was clear that she would not go home alone tonight. Robbie looking at her with his smile on his face “and all in?” The two left the casino walking through the snow along the Promenade.

Sisley woke up in the arms of Robbie in the famous Belvedere Hotel enjoying the views into the mountains which were fully covered with snow.

At around ten they met with Boyce and Sue who decided for a sledge at Schatzalp instead of skiing.

Robbie and Sisley went for the fifteen-kilometre long Parsenn. Sisley was stunned with hardly an interruption they were skiing one of the longest ski runs she had ever skied.

Of course, Robbie joined the Trio for the New Year’s Eve party on the Jatzhütte and he did not just participate as a guest but also had a gig. Singing for an hour and ending the last minutes shortly before the end of the year with a song dedicated to Sisley his very own version of Frank Sinatra’s “The way you look tonight”.


Shortly before midnight the crowed walked out to welcome the new year and watching the impressive fireworks from the top of the mountains.

davos silvester

Sisley felt like in heaven wrapped in Robbie’s arms. The crowd counting down from ten then cheering the champagne glasses with Sue and Boyce wishing each other a “Happy New Year” when Robbie suddenly felt a cold wet bash on his cheek, a snowball from the right had just hit his face, thrown by one of the girls from the Swedish ski team and the year started with a snowball battle the single ladies against the lovers.



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Out Now! New ebook – Blend 37 – Pippa Bow

Read the first chapter….

Christmas Day

Sitting on her flight back to London Pippa was glad having kind of survived the family Christmas celebrations which had turned out in a more stressful event running from one Christmas party to the next all within three days.

The Christmas day had started with a lunch with the neighbors followed by a late afternoon celebration at her brother’s house and with the third destination at the Christmas dinner party at her father’s girlfriend’s house including the girlfriend’s daughter Bea which Pippa had not met within sixteen years. Contrary to descriptions from Pippa’s brother that Bea was a kind of irritating person, which was no surprise with that kind of a mother, she would not have any other chance.

Actually, Bea had turned out to be a really nice, witty and very sympathetic woman. She was joined by her once lover but now ex-boyfriend and a good friend who seemed also to be a very charming, likable guy. Next to Pippa was sitting Izabella her brother’s girlfriend’s daughter who had also arrived from London only four days ago by surprise, joined by her mother. On the opposite side, Pippa’s brother, her father and his girlfriend had taken a seat at the table and a little Whity underneath the table, one of those little terrier mix dogs who Bea and her then lover and now good friend had found on a Sicily holiday as a lost dog and had brought the little animal over.

They all had enjoyed a very delicious Christmas goose as the main course and closing with a variety of desserts and sweets from cinnamon parfait with a hot plum mouse, coco pudding with mango sauce to an untraditional Christmas pudding made with Jameson Whiskey. They all had spent a joyful evening with festive cheer in its own way but very different from the Christmas Pippa once knew from her childhood.  She remembered a Christmas when they still were the picture-perfect portrait family. Her Grandmother who had spent the year before Christmas Eve with one of Pippa’s ants, one of her mother’s sisters with a quite chaotic Christmas party experience, where the tree had caught fire and the Christmas night had turned out into one of their typical family fights where none of the family members would talk to each other for at least a week.

That year grandma had been sitting on one of the black leather Ray&Charles Eames chairs in her typical flower dresses that she used to wear. The one for Christmas differed only in the color as this one was black with golden and white flowers, unlike her usual flower dresses that showed painful color combinations of lilac, blue, yellow and turquoise. In addition, she was wearing some black flat ankle boots that came together with some skin-color knee-high socks. In her grandma-style, she was commenting the Christmas night with her little sarcastic bits and bites. While the family was singing Christmas songs in the shimmering light next to the Christmas tree which was lighted with real candles: “Oh, that Christmas tree, a noble fire and the blond Pippa on the piano, this is a Christmas,” and she added cynically “so typical German.”


The next day Pippa had visited her neighbor who had their Christmas party with a three-year-old, the grandchild and a single mother who had the trouble with the kid’s Dad where the communication was only possible through the courtroom. They had reported one triumph but would have the next battle about more holidays sharing with the kid.

Pippa made a quick visit to her brother’s wife before she had another dinner with the family. Her brother and his girlfriend would head off to Cannes, the girlfriend’s daughter had a flight to Moscow, her father’s girlfriend’s daughter with the good friend would take off to Bangkok.

Read the next Chapter “Between the years”…

Pippa Bow




Something New – London


Sisley was always amazed by London since she had been in London for the first time as a young girl with her mother and still she loved it every time she came down. Sue was almost as stunned by London as Sisley was and the two had a drink at a bar before they would go to the announced party.


“Oh Sue, I am so glad you made it, isn’t it lovely, here?” Sisley asks.

“Yes, Sis, this was such a great idea to leave all this shit behind and get a change of scenery. I love that dress, I bought this afternoon at Kensington High street, do you know this little shop at the Kensington Arcade?” Sue asks while placing her hands at her hips striking a pose and tweaking over to Sis.

“Wow, yeah, that red looks amazing on you, I love it!”.

“Such a store, this is actually something I would love to have, too,” Sue suggests. Sis is nodding with her head.

“Yeah, me, too, but I wonder how they make it, the rent in such a place is like insane, imagine how many dresses you have to sell to make that?” Sis points out.

“Yeah, you’re right, but somehow they make it don’t they?” Sue says.

“That’s true, but I would try to avoid business with such high rent. If I would do a business I would do something like this redecorating as I did with Boyce, I loved this or more something like a PR agency more a kind of service.  Why don’t you think about something like a PR agency here in this city, this is your background, isn’t it? I am sure there are a hell of companies you could work with.” Sis thinks about all the companies and events and some of the artists Boyce knows.

“Yeah, you’re right, and I really should think about making a move, I am ready for something new!” Sue laughs.

“Well, maybe we should think about business together, I am a little tired of up north. My contract finishes soon which means I would need to go back to the mother company, and I could imagine better things, too.”

The two girls look at each other and realize that they should get serious about their idea of their own business even though they are not sure about what business this should be.

“Oh, it’s after 11:00 pm,” Sis looks at the clock, “we should go now, I am sure we won’t be the first by now.” The two leave the bar and are on the way to the river party.


Close to the river theme near the London eye the boat body rocks. Sisley and Sue are welcomed with a glass of champagne, a band is playing and the two are listening to the song. Sisley smiles “This is exactly how I always feel about London.” Sue agrees “Yeah, you’re right, I feel the same about this city.” And the band keeps on playing Hotel California with the words “you can check out but never leave.”


The two walk a level up and meet Boyce who is surrounded by a group of people, actually some business friends who are planning a launch for their new business.

“Sisley, you always have such great ideas, what would you suggest for a launch party, any idea?” Boyce asks looking at Sisley with high expectations. Sisley actually has an idea.

“Sure, Boyce, you want an idea for a launch party?” Sisley looks over to Sue and the two immediately know this is not just an idea for a launch party, this is the idea for their new business. Sue immediately clicks.

“Yeah, indeed, she has tons of ideas, actually, we should discuss more in a business frame, we can plan your launch party, interested?” Boyce’s business friend cheers his champagne glass with a smile.


“Why not, a launch party planned by two charming ladies like you, we’ll be excited.”

With the music keeping on playing, an excited Sisley and Sue dancing to the rhythm of the night away…


Great Writers · Poems

The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveller, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less travelled by,
And that has made all the difference.