EDIT:Oh bollix I forgot to resize them. HAVING NO LAPTOP IS HARD }:[
Reading my honey some of the classic literature of my youth (he’s in my phone as 1tod1). Wearing his shirt.
And after that, cooking from the book he bought me (best present ever?) as an extension of our sharing the classic literature of his youth. I think he wins.
It’s funny how these thigh-high socks make me feel tough. Even with possibly the girliest item in my wardrobe; this blousy embroidered pink and white shirt. And some Brownie culottes.
Sometimes when I take pictures of myself in the arbour in the garde, when I’ve been reading something whimsical or pale-colours gentle, and wearing girl-clothes in the sun.. I feel a little like a fibber. Am I so modern-feminine?
I guess sometimes I am.