Sunday, 10 January 2010

I can do my A,B,C's

The unfurling snow is still falling outside, rendering London a wounded, delay-riddled cuccoon of white. My snowmen have been made, my snowballs have been thrown, and my booted feet have skidded and squished over the puffy snow an innumerable number of times, and, in the haste of sounding like an old grandma kiljoy, I am SO excited about the day when it becomes non minus degrees outside so I can dress my legs in a sheeny assortment of pretty, pretty barely there tights. These Henry Holland ones are to die for!

[Images: Harley Wood blog]

1 comment:

  1. I nearly bought those for you for christmas :-(