I can’t seem to shake the festive season from my mind. I’m still dressing almost exclusively in red and green, so much so that it’s actually becoming a problem. Nevertheless, today I took my festive wardrobe out for a frolic on the hillside, across a stretch of green that is tentatively perched just above the ocean in all its terrible vastness. As I frolicked, Father took some pretty photos for me on his newly acquired camera:
If I look a little tired, it’s because I stayed up ’til past midnight, sewing the hem on this gingham frock. I admit I’ve never sewn a hem before, so I’m a little overcome with pride – small, small steps to sewing greatness.
It was my intention to wear this as my Christmas headpiece, but alas, it did not match my green frock so well. Nevertheless, I believe it functions just as well now as it would have then. I have such a weakness for plastic cherries.
It’s all rather pretty here by the ocean, so I daresay I’ll be back again soon with more extravagant photo shoots.
Until then, pip pip!