But, once again, Vix has inspired me. In this bleak wintery weather, she flung off her coat and floated into her garden, a vision in baby blue chiffon. She invited the rest of us to join suit by donning something floaty and inappropriate.
Well, why not?
|I did want to curl myself around the rose arch but I'm not brave enough. Whatever would the neighbours think?
|So instead, I'm working it in my unfinished boudoir, especially for you. I stuck on some eyeliner and this 1970s nylon nighty, floaty and inappropriate. Ooh, naughty.