Peep Toe's Beauty colmnist decided to crack open the champagne with the delightful chapettes of The Chap and Hendricks Gin 2007 Olympiad, where a glittering array of London's most erudite and elegantly dressed assembled in the civilised gentility of Bedford Square Gardens, Bloomsbury. Miss Rose armed with caviar and "not just any champagne" took the time to interrogate a few of the delightful ladies in attendance in search of the perfect red lipstick.
The first delightful ladies I happened upon were the elegantly attired Katie and Charlotte, whom after plying with gin and caviar were only too keen to part with their dark vintage secrets.

After a little gentle coaxing Katie revealed she had found her dress "in the bin at work," when she was employed by a vintage clothing company. After her employers had deemed this darling little yellow gingham creation unfit to sell this little "Borrower" hot tailed it home with her booty!
As pretty as a peach with her immaculate coiffure and perfect maquillage, Katie confided that she swears by "Barry M" cosmetics.
The demure Charlotte proved to be the Nigella Lawson of The Chap Olympiad her home made picnic comprised such a fine array of vittle's that Mrs Beeton would have wept with joy, old favourites such as home made banana bread, scones and scotch eggs were loving tied and presented in brown paper parcels, although, she was caught with her hand in the picnic hamper of the Burlesque Women's Institute, but once they discovered all she needed was mint for her Pimms, all was once again well as soon as a stiff one was delivered by return.
In line with the kleptomaniac theme Miss Charlotte admitted she too had appropriated her dress from her place of work, what's more to boot she had helped herself to poor Miss Katie's parasol!
Miss Katies' sun kissed innocent features had no need of the enhancement of the unguents applied by us plainer girls, with her amazing culinary skills and fresh faced good looks I would not be surprised if several gentlemen of the Olympiad had proffered proposals before the day was out.
What a stroke of pure genius on my behalf that one of the most finely turned out fillies happened to be the very charming Miss Vivien Wilson of Vivien of Holloway, I could have spontaneously combusted with joy. This radiant beauty was positively resplendent in one of next season's outfits. Oozing elegance and poise, when questioned about her favourite choice of make-up, she deftly whipped out her Dior "Positive Red" lipstick and took it for a whirl across her perfect cupids bow!

Miss Wilsons' designs can be found at www.vivienofholloway.com
Having been an ardent reader of "The Chap" for some time I found this flame haired beauty taking in the afternoon sun with her beaux, promenading the length of the race track.

Yet another sparkling gem to add to my collection for the day, the lovely Arlette was a shining example of everything a chapette should aspire to be. Demurely attired in her red and white gingham, a lucky find in Oxfam, she deftly brandished her favourite lipstick for inspection, it transpired the prettiest pucker of the day was adorned with Cliniques' "Scarlet."
Miss Marion Caerleon was a joy to behold, she definitely should have won an award for the finest plumage of the day. Pictured here with the dashing Albion, together forming a united front for the GeoVictWardian movement.

Miss Marions' entire ensemble had been personally styled by non other than Albion himself taking elements from the Georgian, Victorian and Edwardian eras to create this stylish masterpiece, all of which was purchased (Katie and Charlotte take note!) from John Lewis.
At this point I would usually delight in informing you of the greasepaint of choice for Miss Caerleon, however, due to gin I am afraid that at this part of the interview things became completely illegible.
For more information about the Geovictwardian society please go to www.geovictwardian.co.uk
And there we have it dear reader, as the sun went down over The Chap Olympiad, London was laid bare to the spectacle of the most finely attired sports men and women wending their way home, picnic hampers and gin bottles wrung dry.

Until next month, keep those puckers puce, Ruby. X