There are a lot of decades I just can’t get on board with – 60’s, 80’s, 90’s (bleh)… but the 70’s is a different story. Flares? Hello. Nipped in waists and belts and suede and big fluffy fur and high necks and maxi skirts? Hello. The 70’s is, essentially, the most flattering decade. These jeans were on my hit list…
A spike of sunshine… new grey for my head, same old same old with the outerwear and not one but two furries on the ground – at last it is at least the season for walkies, if not spring (perhaps I was a little premature last week in its heralding…). On a separate note, turns out co-ordinating 2 pups for…
Wait… what… I was in New York? For 2 hours? Oh yep, that happened! A New York minute and all that… Turns out last week I had the opportunity to travel to Toronto with the day job and when my flight stopped over in New York for a few hours I wound up convincing myself I would be crazy not…
Hello spring? Is that you friend? Perhaps the bare legs are a little ambitious, in Scotland at least, but I couldn’t wait to get these new lace up flats on my toes – they bear a resemblance to a certain coveted high end designer pair wouldn’t you say? For sure my new season loves. (You know me and shoes, I…
The truth about two… is that it’s pretty darn hard work! My dreams of patenting the ‘pup-oose’ have fallen short due to every ounce of free time being lost to a blur of fluffy puppy cuddles, barking, walking, training (sit, down, stay, come and paw are sorted – house training coming along…) – trying to take a shower is a…
