Please can i go skiing...or move to a mountaintop...just to have an excuse to buy this for Pablo? I'm in love.
from the ever-covetable Mini Rodini
My super talented painter friend Tahnee has just collaborated with Mercy Delta to produce these lustworthy silk scarves, each featuring a print from her Impressions Of A Wind Up Bird series. Her paintings are so very beautiful, I can't think of anything nicer than wearing one. Except maybe owning lots. They are available *right now* from Matches.
Springtime in Tokyo MIGHT be my favourite, but actually I'm far too indecisive to choose...
Beautiful BEAUTIFUL greek slippers for all the family from Pablo's godmother Antonia. Feel so lucky. And warm.
As if by magic my prayers have been answered and those dreamboat Bobo Choses baby dresses have been made big! The limited edition collaboration with TENOVERSIX (already a financially deadly site to visit, it is chockablock with gorgeous bits) means that once I've pulled off some kind of clever bank heist Indy and I can wear little & large versions of these geometric masterpieces. I'm thinking of selling a kidney and buying the lot...
best shoes ever from Indy's godmother Reba. From cowboyjack.co.uk
I am dying of lust for these little Bobo Choses dresses. They are beautiful and evocative and comfy and fun and just about perfect, as far as I'm concerned. Where I can track them down they are for much bigger littleys than Indiana will be for at least another 5 years, but sadly much smaller girls than me. Oh but if they made them my size! Or her size! I might even find away to excuse the £60ish price tag if that were the case. I have even had actual dreams about them...
Autumn has suddenly swooped in! We've had blustery days and cold rain, the leaves are falling... Pablo is finally justified in his almost-year-round questioning of when pumpkins will start appearing outside people's houses. Also a great excuse for some snazzy autumnal threads on the squids... I forgot how well babes rock hats!
I've spent the entire year thinking I was 32, but having established with girlfriends over drinks last night that I'm only 31 (via some very shaky maths) it's about time I got a decent birthday wishlist together to throw in front of my husband's eyes every five minutes for the next month ahead of the REAL 32 rolling around on October 3rd! PLEASE O PLEASE O PLEASE....
These really are largely autumn wardrobe based for a reason. I don't think my tie dye Ibiza baggies or my still-worn sleeveless maternity jumpsuit will adequately see me through a London November. And neither will my plimsolls. Boots please...
