In this heat truly all I want to wear is cotton and linen… said no-one in Scotland ever. Until now. And granted, these pics were taken in Southern Portugal but the truth is, that evening, it was about ten degrees warmer at home. Again, said no-one ever. Until now. In any case I am abusing the summer sales and honing…
April. When the only place you can wear your summer dress is on the couch… Actually I wore it out to dinner one day last week but I’m too comfortable and it’s too cold to shoot anywhere but right here right now. I threw on a leather jacket for warmth and then actually wound up adding a coat on top…
When it’s one of those weeks where you’re expecting the new health visitor at 10.30am, the door goes at 10.20am and you invite the lovely man into your home to see your baby, to weigh him and measure him… when he asks how old he is and you’re thinking he really should have this information in the notes he’s pulling…
It might not surprise you that by this point I am really trying to embrace ‘bigger is better’… Some aspects of the new mantra I have no say over (body parts seems to be growing at quite the alarming rate these days) but the hair, the hair gets stronger and shinier by the day. I dropped in to see Sharz…
Because my love knows no bounds for things with my name on them… another bag, thanks Santa. If only I could have picked it up in person – Liberty at Christmas is literally a dream, impossible to leave empty handed, they take the blame for the small stuffed, white, feathered owl on my mantelpiece that no grown woman should have…
