Oh, how can I make up for the fact that I’ve been absent so long? I haven’t a clue what the answer to that is, but I do hope you’ll forgive me anyway. I haven’t got any fabulous excuse (you know, like moving to New York and being inundated with an exciting flood of work projects, à la Garance (author of the staple in my blog-diet, don’t you know)) except for the small Southern excursion which consisted entirely of cocktails, food, wine and a few sore heads. Oh and the obligatory trip to the haven that is Beyond Retro. Always fruitful.
I haven’t even got any fun things to report since my return (for how much fun can one have when ones hand is permanently attached to the end of an umbrella?). I’m so not up for this winter lark, especially this Northern winter lark. It cuts deeper than this Southern girl can take. I need a new pair of boots and fast.
I’ll be back tomorrow with something worthwhile – promise. Now I’ve got to trudge through the rain to get something or other to put in the fridge, ugh. Meanwhile, below = the most addictive birthday present ever. Thank you, the boy.
