When Boo and I get together we put our girly on, dust off the good china and play dress ups with such fabulousness that we are the envy of those who observe us.
A whirlwind visit this time. Much to be discussed, tea to be drunk, wonderful food to be eaten, fabric to ponder, gin to be sipped.
I swished in my two piece setacular. With black parasol and flouncing skirts we spent the day together.
I was bequeathed vintage fabric. Liberty and corduroy. Silks and prints. Oh. My. Gods. I was a drowning girl waving.
I have so many plans. Such gratefulness.
One day I shall visit my Boo in Berlin. The scenery may change but our extravagance and mischievousness never does.
PS. To my benefactor Ms J, the fabric is much loved and shall come full circle. I have plans. Promise.