Went on a recky (translation; Aussie slang for reconnaissance mission) through the husband's side of the wardrobe for this morning's outfit. Oh, btw, that's just the shirt here, not the skirt hehe, in case you were wondering...
Shirt; Burda 7767, blue linen, seen first here
Skirt; Vogue 7303, green cotton velveteen, see first here
Socks; handknit by me, using Patonyles sock yarn, seen first here
Belt, kept from some old cargos that have long gone
Hat; Barmah, leather stockman's hat
Shoes; Francesco Morichetti
Re yesterday's post: my husband reckons I was far too mysterious and should not have told just half a story. I can see now he was right and I wasn't fair. Talking about private stuff makes me uncomfortable, but I appreciate that many of you are now like my pen-pals and we are interested in each other's lives and not just visiting each other for the sewing and fashion so I should try to open up more...
A friend lost her son to cancer. He was 24. He had been ill such a short while, so while the end was not unexpected it was still too shocking. Of course would always be too shocking, no matter how much time you have to prepare, of course. I saw her and the family yesterday and they were just amazing. So loving and so positive. My friend C makes me want to be a better person.
That's all. Just go and hug your children. I am.