I CAN feel Elsie’s childhood slipping through my fingers. Really, I can. Those special moments, this special age she’s at, it’s all slipping through my fingers at an alarming rate. I’ve been hanging on, trying to keep up, doing my best to stop them all slipping through, but it’s been a struggle. And recently I’ve had a wake up call.
WHAT do you all think about the hat? Do you wear them? Would you buy one? Are you a fan? I’ve always been a bit of a closet hat lover. I’ve loved them for years, have fawned over vintage ones in shops and gasped at photos of women in bygone times, dressed up to the nines in their dainty pillerbox hats and elegant buttery leather gloves. But besides an odd
YUP, you heard right! Call me bonkers, call me silly, call me daft as a brush (or worse if you fancy, as long as you keep it to yourself!) but I’ve decided to attempt and introduce some kind of regular ‘advice’ column to Pouting In Heels. It’s something that’s actually been in the back of my mind for ages, months in fact. And then I came across two things recently
KEEPING going with the New Year vibe still, today I’m sharing some secrets. Woop, woop! Of the practical kind. The stuff that has worked for me over the years. The little changes I’ve made or things I do on a regular basis which work a treat! And which will, I promise you, help to make you and your life, a little lovelier this year. (Or perhaps a lot!) I’m very
I DON’T believe in New Year resolutions. I don’t like the pressure, the feeling that we’re all somehow not good enough or the expectation that we all need to change something. However. All that aside, I do absolutely, hand on heart, totally and utterly adore New Year and the inescapable buzz of transformation, hope and excitement that hangs in the air. Because whilst I don’t believe in making a mammoth
IT seems only right that I finish 2015 with this post. About our family holiday to Lake Maggiore in Italy. Because it was a stand out holiday for many reasons. It was our first holiday abroad, through this blog. It was the first time we’d been to Italy with Elsie. It was also the place where I had the biggest health scare of my life. It was a time for
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