What would one give Betty for her birthday? I noodled on this thought a bit as I drove the socking un-great Honda Ellicott City-wards last weekend. Betty rarely offered her heroines much in the way of imagination on gift-giving occasions. Say it with me, everyone: gloves, scarves, chocolates, cigars, handkerchiefs. Brooches. Small leather goods other than gloves. Every now and then a small painting sneaks its way in, or a puppy, or a silver mouse tchotchke. I confess I like my gifts to be fairly personalized, but as Betty seems to shy away from the emotionally-resonant present (that’s a double entendre), I considered:
A more-demure-than-I-thought-commercially-available pink silk tea dress from Liberty of London.
A tweed jacket from Jaeger, in shades of pink and blue
A bottle of Harvey’s Bristol Cream Sherry, for imbibing directly or sprinkling over the trifle.
Inspired by BettyAnoninTX, a tea hamper
An antique lace hanky from Devon.
Or, I might take her jet-packing, which was the Jonkheer’s gift to me on my most recent birthday. That’s actually one of my favorite gifts of all time.
I do like lace hankies, though -- the one above costs £175 or €220 or $282 -- and someday I shall treat myself to one of those F&M hampers. Or maybe their rose-and-chocolate cocoa mix.
Thanks for the tip, Betty von Susie. A Louise Green hat would indeed be a great gift; maybe this pinkish number:
Although given Betty’s preference for all things British, we might need to stick with Philip Treacey:
Betty Keira votes for an oil painting appropriate to a Devon cottage: