So long Rapunzel, the nest of knots had become too much to bare every single day. Each time I ran, swam or simply slept (how do like that irregular verbs!) a world of pain was certain. In case some of you missed the grammatical joke, I grew up in France, where it also took a world of pain to cram these english verbs in my head, which was also at the time sporting long lengths... there is a pattern here somewhere. Photos were requested by faraway friends and here is the undeniable proof that despite (too) much attachment to the locks they are pretty much gone (cries a little):
It's blurry, which lessens the cringe factor on my end it comes to posting this sort of things on the blog. and already it's enough face time and let us move on to hand time.The pairs of fingerless mitts bellow are destined for K and J, they are aware and you can find all the details here and here if you are so inclined...
Before we part for the day, let's have a fantastic retro Franco-German moment, since much like here between the two party they seem to be struggling to get along lately. Here be the proof we should all get along, isn't Francoise Hardy perfect? Except for the cigarette of course, that is unfortunate...
