She’s our princess now…

Dear J

Well, what you’ve been asking about all this time has finally come to pass: the Princess is ours.

On Thursday Jols and I headed off to White Stuff’s new Worcester branch, where we were met by the very accommodating Georgie and co (up from London!), who were responsible for the whole ‘caravan’ promo. Georgie has, she told us with what you might classify an edgy laugh, carted the Princess from festival to festival, from Cornwall to the Isle of Wight, to Edinburgh and everywhere in between throughout the summer.

Life, she admitted, will be odd without the Princess. But Georgie’s made of strong stuff. After all, the White Stuff winter collection’s in, and she’s all about garden gnomes now. And it doesn’t stop there; apparently the campaign for summer 2010 is well under development, but no amount of prodding and pouting from Jols and me could tease a hint out of her as to what it’s all about – or what competitions they might be running.

What an odd job.

For all our don’t-know-what-to-do-with-a-caravan-ness, the White Stuff people have been very good to us; the Princess has been decked out inside and out by the woman who designs the stores, and so the wallpapered exterior has been matched by a wallpapered interior, a wallpapered picnic table, gilt-edged shelving and chintzy lampshades. Cushions have been specially made, a picnic hamper provided, but the pièce de résistance is an astroturfed step.

Quite against their Ts and Cs they carted the caravan from London to Worcester, and decked us out in White Stuff clobber so we would look the part for a few photos.

I shall do my best over the next few days to pen you a note about how all of this went.

The result of all this oddness is: the Princess is ours, and she now resides in a Secret Location in Deepest Shropshire.

Your pal

j