I love my parents. They are amazing, wonderful people who raised me to be the kind-hearted person I am (hardy har har). Every morning since starting the challenge, one or both of them have greeted me in the morning with 'nice frock'... which isn't too bad. But yesterday when I arrived home, my mum asked 'did you have fun frocking today?'. They're going to have so much fun with this. On Monday morning I started reading The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, and I finished reading it about 11.30 last night. It is a really fantastic book which I would recommend to anyone. It's set in post-WW2 London and Guernsey, and is written entirely in letters (the post kind, not the alphabet kind) and telegrams. Now, this is a fun fact about me. I love recieving letters. Proper, handwritten letters, sent in a real envelope with a real stamp. They make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
So to reach out my hand back into the past, try and grasp the days when people would write to each other rather than light up the screens of tiny devices, I raided my lovely mum's wardrobe and found this amazing vintage number she made for herself in the mid-70's.
She offered my her wedding dress, which I politely declined. She was serious.
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