I can not abide wearing giant bows. Eden and Arlo are obsessed with Cinderella and we have already discussed how, while the birds and mice are sweet to help her make her dress, they should know better than to tack a giant pink bow smack in the middle of Cinderella's chest. Wildlife can't be expected to know this I suppose, but Princesses would do best to excercise caution in the giant bow department. Likewise, best to steer clear of the butt roses often found on bridesmaids dresses. There is really so much wisdom to impart to the girls I barely have time to sew.
And, while it is still troublingly frosty here, the light is longer and the birds are starting to chirp and squawk in earnest causing me to become quite restless with the need to garden. Without planting to distract me I have gone quite senseless and run outside for a photo op in the red dress and my favourite blue shoes that have not seen the light of day in months. In the last photo you can see the sweet red slip peeking out courtesy of Postmodern Hausfrau. And winter would not be nearly as divine without my standard aplication of thigh high socks from Sock Dreams (a very fine way to spend a winter's evening browsing if you too are stuck in a weary winter wonderland and in need of some consumer joy).
