In the spirit of fighting against the consumerism as well as the fact as I’m dirt poor after setting up our lovely flat (so worth it, who needs clothes when you have a sofa to hide on) I’m recycling clothes. When I moved I gave Kix a bag of my old clothes that I had tired off but got new life in her wardrobe.
This time it was my turn getting some new stuff. Oliver’s mum is moving to Rye (love it, finally we will have somewhere to go when we want to leave London) and donated some old clothes, jewelry and make up to me.
Today’s find id this blouse. Perfect for looking somewhat serious.
Also, I have a nicer bathroom to take photos in now but I need to be quick so that no one else comes around.
Letters to my family 