this one's for T.
My parents recently treated themselves to a
well- deserved holiday. In Paris. For 10 days. Please note that my skin has taken on a green tinge- the tinge of the green-eyed monster- that has only recently started to fade. But I digress. The trip was taken in celebration of 30 years of marriage. Sort of a second honeymoon, I suppose. And of course, being the fantabulously thoughtful parents that they are, they made sure that my sister and I were supplied with a Parisian fashion fix to help get us over the pain of being left here in the anti-fashion capital of the world whilst they went off to enjoy the City of Lights.
And they done good.
The cow-hide bag, which is that perfectly rich hue of red and feels like butter;
The pashmina and silk pashmina that is warm, but not too warm, and makes me feel soooo cosmopolitan;
Also, here are my new boots. My love for them is pure.
Finally, and this is in no way related to the fashion-lover in me, here is my latest knitting project, which is ~2/3 complete. Rudimentary, I know, but they should get the job done. What do ya'll think?
They're meant to keep my hands warm at the office, which is notoriously chilly in the winter...
My Dad has taken to calling me Bob Cratchet whenever he sees them. Hee.
And yes, Therese, I will be starting work on the shawl soon. I'll keep you up to date!
And yes, I am aware that vegans everywhere are likely taking contracts out on my animal-product loving life. Bring it. I'm ready.