Red Velvet

This excerpt from an NPR article cracks me up...

Confessions of a Modern-Day Dandy

by Sebastian Horsley

The parade of dressing up came from Mother. If she had been Queen of England she would have worn her crown at breakfast. I can remember her dressing once with great care in front of the mirror before going out, demanding that one of her children accompany her. "Which child?" The nanny asked. "I don't care" Mother snapped. "Whichever one goes with red velvet." (Naturally it was me).