"Look at you! Straight off a shortbread tin!"

It's been rather quiet here at Bette on Toast Headquarters lately, with only Greta for company.

She don't say much.

To replace conversation and human interaction I've been playing on YouTube, and oh what a treasure trove, all of Monarch of the Glen is on there!  My friend Helen and I loved that series when we were at school.  I liked brooding, beautiful Archie and she liked Duncan and his kilt.

Why neither of us noticed Fergal in series two is a mystery to me.

We all wanted to be Lexie, but this time around I've been hankering after Molly's wardrobe with all its vintage finery. ("I stopped buying clothes years ago, when the money ran out.  I don't even buy knickers anymore.  I just don't bother wearing them.  Mind you, I don't think Hector's noticed." - Episode 3!)

Full-length, lace-trimmed red evening dress.  Very Mrs Claus!

Wearing a smart little blue number (with unsubtle, opponent-distracting cleavage) to challenge an unscrupulous blackguard at poker, win back her diamond pendant and save Glenbogle!
You can't see it, but she's got a black satin hair ribbon and gold spectacles on a long silver chain.

Judging from the first two photos it's scary work wearing a brown velvet suit with lace cuffs and neck-thing, with tartan, er, Scottish scarf-thing and a tam-o-shanter with an entire dead bird on it.

L-R:  Sorting out the husband whilst in a ballgown with sleeves as big as her head - shortly before "You, sir, are an appalling little oik.  Unhand my wife!" ;  I couldn't snap a good picture of the whole thing, but it was covered in little beads and went swish swish.  I long to wear a dress that goes swish swish, don't you? ;  "You look so wonderful in that frock tonight.  Is it new?", "It was - a quarter of a century ago!"

My faaaavourite dress.  Red and white POLKADOTS, accessorised with pearls and a gigantic hat.  Flippin' love it.

I even like this look!

Those are all from series 1 and 2.  I like the early ones better, before they got all carried away with dying patriarchs and wrong-side-of-the-blanket half-brothers and estranged daughters and entirely unsuitable dalliances between the dowager and the groundskeeper.