Lairds! Castles! Heraldry!

On Ne’er Day Thea and I, one of us a little the worse for wear having rolled in at 9a.m., were on a mission in Buenos Aires. My daughter had promised to take me to the grandest shopping mall in town – Galeria Pacifico –  to buy me my Christmas present. The picture above is of the ceiling, I kid you not.

As you do when you’re with a teenager, we chanced upon the MAC (make up not computer) window. We we caused utter bemusement amongst the good citizens of this sophisticated city as, after a stunned silence, we shrieked with hysterical laughter, holding on to each other in paroxysms of glee.

The summer theme (it averaged 37 degrees while I was there) was tartan: a ‘Tartan Tale to celebrate holiday, in all its posh, punk, ancestral, anarchic, noble and naughty glory. Royal and raunchy, colours and patterns collide, fantasies come true, punk fairies take flight with enchanted new looks’.

True, the model portrayed a maiden who had apparently stepped from a book of Celtic fairy tales, right enough: straight-backed, green-kirtled; side-saddled, caparisoned palfrey awaiting beside a stylised thicket of medieval roses (I may have made it up about the horse).  Her proud demeanour suggested a damsel in captivity destined to grace the Round Table – and only to be released from the spell of an ancient and evil witch by the application of top quality cosmetics.

The lengthy story filling the shop window told of Castle McGregor by the banks of the River Laird in bonny Midlothian wherein lived the handsome Prince Edward who was yearning to marry the humble servant (who, we knew was in reality an enchanted princess). It was the name of the heroine that sent us completely over the edge to hysteria: Myfanwy.

You couldn’t make it up.