Category: fashion

Ever have those moments when your self-confidence just dries up and blows away? When instead of focusing on the myriad of things you can do well, and do do well, you focus instead on what you struggle to do? Or …

We have had an abundance of blue in our little part of the world these last few days. Yesterday morning, the sun shone, the river sparkled and reflected the blue sky, and Hubby’s blue delphiniums were blooming up a storm. I …

I admit, when in doubt about what to wear, I fall back on my old favourites. Combinations which I know look good on me and… well… just look good. And one of those combinations, especially for summer, is white jeans …

  I read an interesting post over at Man Repeller the other day, in which Leandra Medine asks the question: What Happens When Getting Dressed is No Longer Fun?   I know, I know. I swore off Man Repeller a few …

Don’t you just adore sunglasses? I do. I’m not sure I have the sort of face that looks good in sunglasses, but I still love them. Sunglasses and big hats like Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany’s.     source …

To be honest I’m not always a fan of pink. Of course, I love pink spring blossoms like the ones on our flowering crabapple tree below. I almost missed the blossoms this year because both this tree, and our other …

You know, sometimes when life gets very serious, it’s good to stop and stress about something not so serious. Like hair. Wilful, mind of its own, totally misbehaving, unmanageable hair. Like mine. Because as you are no doubt aware, if …

You may (or may not) know that I can get a bit obsessive. I often over-organize. I stress too much about my hair. I get excited about something or other, and jump in over my head. Frequently. So, once we …

The other day when Hubby came home I greeted him excitedly at the door with the words: “Guess what? I made myself a new pair of pants!” He looked incredulous. And well, he should. Me, sew? Me… who hates sewing. …

Spring is supposed to be a time of renewal, of rebirth, isn’t it? And yet this spring I’ve been feeling that I’m stuck in a rut. Not a big rut. Not a huge car-swallowing pothole that I’ll never climb out …