No, not me. As if! The eponymous Babe was admired from afar, she will never know of my existence or how she inspired me. Let me set the scene. We have travelled to The Other Side of the World. We are jet-lagged, we are hungry, we have embarked upon a possibly over-ambitious hike along the… Continue reading Bronte Beach Babe
As the lawn dries, cracks and slides inexorably from ‘Centre Court on Men’s Final Day’ to ‘Summer of ’76’ I find myself in need of verdant shades. Enter stage left, an elderly bit player: Something ready-to-wear which to the faint-hearted may seem beyond redemption, but I say cut her down from the gallows, furnish her… Continue reading This precious stone set in the silver sea
Oh so pensive. In a dress that fails because it’s unlined, exposes too much middle aged back and is too narrow at the hem to allow me to vault anything other than the squattest of walls. One never knows when the need to vault might arise. As the material might just be my most favourite… Continue reading Make or Mend Monday – Summer Blooms
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