Peggy. The headmistress of my boarding school. She was always dressed impeccably even when she did the rounds at 3am she dressed in her fabulous dressing gown and kid leather slippers (will never forget the night of the possum - she leapt on the closest bed and screamed PMSL).
I spent a lot of time in her office. It always ran the same way. I got into trouble. I went to her office then we spent about 5 minutes discussing what I had done before settling down for a chat about something totally unrelated. She read the newspaper cover to cover every day and discussed any articles of interest with us and saved anything interesting that she stumbled across in a magazine. She flirted with our Dads (much to our astonishment lol) and enjoyed G&T and a nice wine. In short, she demonstrated every day that one could be an intellectual powerhouse without sacrificing style and femininity.

I kind of envy my old classmates who still live near her and catch up on occasion.