Some People will Never Get Well

 I took it upon myself to make my chalkface friend

T, a soft-sculpture replica of her Maltese terrier.

I know. Some people will never get well.

 In breaking news, the Dog-of-the-Year's cousin

has made it onto Vogue Living: Australia.

 Here's Moo, sitting on his drum.

The workers still continue to meet the needs of the syllabus

in conditions unfit for most. One x 70 minute lesson, Flora on the

end of a clipboard. Tick and flick.

Look at this souffle.

 Starr's been papped wearing a Flora-on-of-a-Kind.

 Here she is wearing her rose 'ears' as she calls them.

Nice.

 I'm wanting to sit around cutting out Chanel clothes for my paper dolls.

Sadly, that won't be happening any time soon.

 These books include a series on many European designers.

Nice way to start learning about the history of fashion.

There's a little annotation under each one.

There as cheap as chips on Amazon.

 I've just fixed a mend in the sheerest pure silk organza

I have ever seen.

One of the Korean costumes that the workers wore on UN Day, remember?

Came back a little worse for wear.

Happy to be of service.

 

 It was testing, and I'd be lying is I said I wasn't nervous.

 Thinking about this mix for a Gatsby look.

Not sure where I am going, but I'll let you know when I get there.

 Keep supple.