And then this morning I read Kyla's post about six months + six dresses (when math involves dresses it is math I can wrap my head around) and a tiny smile crept into my heart. It's a bit silly, I know, to be cheered up by material things but the thought of swirling skirts and colourful tights and feeling like a lady brings me joy. It reminds me of my last day in England when my two dear friends took me out for a proper cream tea. Never mind that we spent the afternoon taking inappropriate pictures with the (blatantly phallic) manicured hedges in the garden of the tea house, for a brief moment we were three ladies, tarted up in our dresses, enjoying an afternoon tea.
Will you be playing along?
