So, another year rolls around. Thanks to a dear (also evil) friend, my workmates were under the impression I was turning 50. I was not. I spent the first half of the day correcting people before realising how complimentary they all were when they thought I was actually 50. Is this the secret to youth? All these old broads pretending to be younger than they are – I’m thinking exaggerate in the other direction if you want to feel good about yourself. Who knows how old I’ll be next year?
Beautiful birthday flowers from J
Thanks to James Street for hosting a twilight market in honour of my birthday…
A wears Willow coated linen dress and DvF heels (Btw – I am aware that contrary to our last post, I am wearing white without a killer tan, but you only turn 50 once)
B wears Witchery dress, Jeffrey Campbell heels and Ottoman Hands cuff
LOVE A x