A few weeks back this wondrous 1920s teddy arrived on my door step. She is made from the softest cotton bastiste and feels like wearing some form of sheer, lace trimmed cloud. I've spoken about my vintage unmentionable's in the past but this baby really takes the cake.
I've been working seven days a week lately, trying my darndest to raise enough clams for our next big adventure at the end of the month. By the time I get home in the evening, after sewing all day long I'm usually pretty beat. All I really want to do is lounge around, swill cinnamon tea and watch Lost for a few hours before hitting the hay. As luck would have it our apartment is so toasty and warm that I don't have to worry about piling on multiple woolly layers, I can simply crawl into my favourite number and call it a day.