Listen to my tale of shame and woe.
I am thirty one years old. I grew up in a village with two equestrian centers. And I have only now learnt how to say the word “jodphurs”.
At some point I will forget this nugget of information and go back to saying “jolpurs” and making a show of myself.
I’m a bit behind schedule with some of the gifts I’d planned to make lately. I’m currently working on a fairly fine scarf for a friend of mine (fingering weight on 3mm needles), and it is taking forever.
So I took a cheeky break to tackle this gloriously thick merino, with the biggest needles I own. The big guns—15mm.
Oh, the speed! Oh, the luxury!
What a shame winter is over and I won’t get too much wear out of it til autumn…
Shiny things are the best things.
Very long hair is like always having a kite on a windy day.
Well, I know some people say it’s cruel, but darling, feel the leather. Isn’t it divine?
Who says you can’t keep up the barest veneer of the smart-casual look while working from home?
Overcompensating in a recession.
Well, yes, she broke your heart. But really, you should have seen it coming from the very first moment you met her, and saw what she was drinking.
Ohno, she’s made that classic mistake; she forgot her neck. Blend at the jawline…blend…
Long, lean legs to make even the sternest Italian designer swoon.