Maddie Grigg

In memory of Queen Elizabeth II

Her Majesty the Queen during a visit to HMS Ocean in Devonport in 2015.
Picture: Wikimedia Commons

It’s the late Queen Elizabeth II’s birthday today. She would have been one hundred years old.

There is a series of events in the UK marking this milestone, including an exhibition of hundreds of garments and related items belonging to Her Majesty.

I don’t think many of us think of the late Queen as a style icon, not in the way, say, of Princess Diana, whose leggy frame and passion for fashion sparked real trends.

Who can forget Di’s Emanuel ‘meringue’ wedding dress and its extra long train, which could indeed have had its own long train (like The Flying Scotsman) to transport it end-to-end?

Or the dazzling, figure-huggingly flattering and chic dresses she wore much later on?

When I picture the late Queen, I think of the block colour coats and matching hats from the 1960s and 70s, which on special occasions were de rigeur for women of my mother and mother-in-law’s generation. This is not surprising because they were both the same age as the Queen.

I’m guilty as the rest at underestimating the influence and effect the Queen’s choice of clothing had on generations of women.

5 June 1961 Buckingham Palace: Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip host Queen’s Dinner for President and Mrs. Kennedy. U. S. Department of State photograph in the John F. Kennedy Presidential Library and Museum, Boston.

HRH worked closely with favourite designers such as Norman Hartnell and Hardy Amies. There’s a fascinating article on The Independent’s website about our longest reigning monarch’s relationship with fashion and how the look she created was not at all accidental.

You can read it here. Queen Elizabeth II: Her Life in Style is at the King’s Gallery. Buckingham Palace, until 18 October.

The Queen died in September 2022 aged 96. She was the country’s longest-reigning monarch, chalking up an incredible 70 years.

As well as the exhibition, there are other things taking place to commemorate her life.

According to the BBC, today The King and Queen Camilla will visit the British Museum to view plans for the Queen Elizabeth II national memorial in St James Park in London designed by architect Sir Norman Foster.

Later in the day, they will host a reception at Buckingham Palace where guests will be presented with birthday cards by the King.

The Princess Royal will honour her mother by officially opening the Queen Elizabeth II Garden in Regent’s Park, London.

Buckingham Palace has also announced that award-winning historian Dr Anna Keay will write the the late monarch’s official authorised biography.

It’s fitting that these things are happening in honour of a woman who – whatever your views on the monarchy – had a great sense of duty and was devoted to her role.

A lasting legacy – and to my mind, the best way of celebrating this remarkable woman – is the creation of a new charity, The Queen Elizabeth Trust, which will focus on restoring shared spaces in communities.

The charity aims to develop and transform underused buildings and green spaces, as well as ensure that communities have the skills and training needed to organise local events, says the BBC.

Three cheers for that.

Here’s a very informative video produced to celebrate the Queen’s Platinum Jubilee. It draws on a rich selection of records held at The National Archives, including photographs, letters, and speeches, this film looks back at Elizabeth II’s extraordinary life and reign.

The Red Dress Project

Kirsty Macleod and The Red Dress when it was completed in 2023.
Picture by Mark Pickthall

I’m thrilled to be involved in a local heritage project bringing the magnificent Red Dress to Bridport, Dorset, next summer.

It doesn’t happen until 31 July – 15 August 2027 but it’s such a coup to have secured it.

The town won’t know what’s hit it – believe me, the place will be absolutely buzzing with people coming to see this extraordinary creation which tells the stories of ordinary women – often vulnerable or living in poverty- through embroidery.

The Red Dress Project was conceived by British artist Kirstie Macleod as a collaborative artwork showcasing the creativity of women globally.

Since its inception, women from all walks of life—craftswomen, textile artists, volunteers, and community members—have contributed their skills, creating a dress that tells countless personal and cultural stories through embroidery, patchwork, and textile art.

I was contacted about it by an old friend, for whom I used to model at vintage fashion shows (the 1950s was my favourite era), who wondered if I could help with the publicity.

She didn’t have to ask me twice. It’s such an incredible project – a beautiful piece of art with the most amazing back story and stories, bringing disparate groups of women together from all over the world to create something truly stunning and inspirational.

I’ve written about the project for this month’s Marshwood Vale Magazine – you can read the article here.

Animal Magic

Back in the day, when the telly was our babysitter while Mum and Dad were doing the milking, my older brother would frequently beat me up.

He would whack me with cushions, laugh at my preoccupation with Peter Tork from The Monkees and generally make fun of me.

He’ll deny all of it now, of course, but I distinctly remember telling him, in all earnestness: ‘If a policeman said I was allowed to kill you, I’d do it.’

A few years later, he was fighting for his life after a dreadful scooter accident, and I’m ashamed to say my first, fleeting thought was ‘ooh, maybe I can have his bedroom’, which is terrible, but that’s how it is with children.

We’ve patched up our differences now, which is just as well.

But one of the things we did enjoy together was sitting down on a weekday night (was it a Wednesday?) to watch Animal Magic with Johnny Morris.

A Facebook friend posted about this children’s programme recently, which jogged my memory.

Gosh, I loved that show. As soon as the theme tune started, we were transfixed. Johnny Morris’s voices for the animals were brilliant. This anthropomorphic treatment of animals fell out of fashion latterly but, I think, as children it gave us a real empathy for the creatures in Johnny’s zoo.

We know now that captivity is not right for wild animals. All those cages and confined spaces and humans lining up to gawp and stare.

But Morris was an environmentalist and his kindness shone through, and the nation’s love for animals flourished as a result.

When I was seven, I wanted to be a zookeeper when I grew up, solely because of Johnny Morris and Animal Magic. This yearning went on a for a couple of years before I declared at nine or ten that I wanted to be a journalist on the strength of seeing the screwball comedy film His Girl Friday.

And I never got to muck out the lion or wash the elephant.

Animal Magic was staple fodder for my generation. It went on from 1962 to 1983. Classic stuff.

Wikipedia tells me: ‘The signature tune, “Las Vegas”, performed by Group Forty Orchestra, was written by Laurie Johnson for KPM in 1960.^[3][4] It more recently featured as the theme music for BBC Two comedy W1A (2014–2017). Around 1980, the original orchestral version was replaced by a funk arrangement (featuring an electric guitar with a wah wah pedal).’

I know which one I prefer!

David Cassidy, my pre-teen idol

In these momentous days when there is strife all over the world and things seem particularly crazy, it’s good to look back and recall memories from a carefree childhood.

Two of these came to mind this morning, when I didn’t want to see the latest nonsense in the news but had to go on to social media anyway.

The first blast from the past was in my daily music quiz, Popquizza, where I pit my wits against old friends from trainee journalist days.

Today’s theme was Number 1s from 1973.

I should have scored higher than seven out of ten, because this was my era. A time when I was getting into music of my own rather than being influenced by the (good) taste of my older siblings.

The first single I ever bought was Venus by Shocking Blue, which came out when I was eight. The second was When I’m Dead And Gone by McGuinness Flint which I got when I was nine.

And then, in 1971 when I was ten, The Partridge Family came on our televisions in the UK. I was smitten. David Cassidy had arrived.

Down came my sister’s Rory Gallagher poster and up went a picture of the beautiful, smiling David.

And low and behold, one of today’s Popquizza questions was about my early 70s idol. There was also a Donny Osmond question but I was never a Donny fan. It was David all the way, even though at that time my older brother looked a bit like him.

The show was manufactured tosh, I suppose, but I loved it and especially David Cassidy. The songs were great and he had such a lovely, breathy singing style. So I’m now down an internet rabbit hole with David Cassidy singing Could It Be Forever, just for me, in my headphones while I type.

Hearing It’s One of Those Nights (Yes Love) now, I’ve got goosebumps from my toes to the tips of my fingers. (I ought to get that seen to.) It certainly blots out the rest of the rubbish going on in the world right now.

Looking Through The Eyes of Love has just come on and I’m almost crying, as I did when David Cassidy died in 2017. He was 67, an alcoholic and died of liver failure.

David, may you rest in peace. I think I loved you.

(I’ll tell you about the second piece of nostalgic bliss later in the week.)

Cover girl

I’ve only ever once in my life been on the cover of a magazine (cue the opening bars of Vogue by Madonna).

That was back in 2015 when I became a columnist for the world’s longest-running weekly magazine for women, The People’s Friend, on the strength of a previous blog, The World From My Window.

It was like a dream come true, to be honest, even though some of my friends claimed they only ever saw the mag in the waiting room of their doctor’s surgery.

Pictured by my old friend, Gail, at isthismutton.com

I’d always wanted to be a columnist and to be plucked out of the blue like that, just because the editor saw and liked my blog, well, it was amazing.

It was a good feeling to see my face there, especially as it didn’t occupy the whole page but was inset on a rather attractive painting of a landscape.

I remember once having a photo byline when I was a trainee journalist and getting rather excited until an old schoolfriend told me he’d seen it – under his fishcake.

Anyway, my rambling is getting to a point.

I’m on the cover of a magazine again. This time, it’s my local Marshwood Vale Magazine and as my real self.

Luckily, it’s only the online version, so no dropped groceries at the shocking sight of it in shops or anything, because it’s only printed every other month.

Still, it’s a lovely photo (as my needlework teacher once said, ‘working well with rather difficult material’) and a nice article, even though I do feel like a bit of an April fool.

Catch up with you next week.

Love, Maddie x