Real life has a habit of running away from you, especially in these dog days of summer. And I cannot string together a coherent narrative of the last couple of weeks (well, not one that isn't tedious in the extreme), so you have a look at a few piccies and I'll be brief:
Monica is a good shopping partner in crime - I might have gone for safe and boring, but now I shall be lofty and elegant (and hopefully refrain from waddling like a duck, which is my usual 'heels' mode).
There is such joy in subversiveness - Kristina spotted this at Wisley. We didn't do it. Scouts honour.
When it comes to macarons, my willpower evaporates. That is why my photo shows fewer of them than Alice's....
Oh and then hubby came home and we went on holiday in a Yurt. But that's a whole other tale.