This post could be hard to write – not because I don’t have a lot to say about this delicious dress, but constantly seeing her and her cheesecake pose in the featured image gives me thoughts that distract me from writing and, err, may require me to go ‘deal with it’. So if the tone… Continue reading A Frock’s Tale (2) – Kitty
Ack, two days since the session and I’m all over the place emotionally. Still on a high but, courtesy of worrying about the session in advance (the logistics, not the frockage) and the issues with the trains, which resulted in me spending three hours not sleeping in a hotel before walking across London at 3:00am,… Continue reading Basking in the Aftershock
Another session finished. Three words that cannot hope to contain just how much bloody fun that was. The agony? Courtesy of the storms and the fact that railway infrastructure in the UK is, well, kind of sh*te to put it mildly, I find myself stuck in London, shaven, still with traces of make-up and nail… Continue reading The Ecstasy and Agony. Gush and Crash.
Yeah, I’ve been quiet lately. Been working on some work-related stuff, plus a funeral and related not-my-family soap-opera behaviours, and I’ve been constantly busy and, to be honest, bloody hot. I don’t like the heat and sadly it looks like the green and pleasant land I call my home is getting yellow and toasted. In… Continue reading Lions and tigers and stress, oh my…
So, I started this blog to talk about fashion and, err, kind of went off on an interesting tangent and turned it into a cathartic free shrink’s couch. And while those posts are both fun and immensely gratifying, let’s stray back into retro-frock analysis for a bit. With these blog posts I’m going to pick… Continue reading A Frock’s Tale (1) -Francine