THE Coat

Apologies for the absolutely awful photo, it had to be taken quickly before Lol decided she never wanted to wear anything inside the house but the coat and it fused with her skin. This was one of Lol's christmas presents from Mother Scott, and it was a complete lovely surprise, because Lol had seen it weeks before and it had taken its place in her heart straight away but she never thought she would het it! For weeks it was the flock of birds coat this, and the flock of birds coat that, and now that she has it, well, it's been pretty much the same!

Lol wears:

COAT, Principles

black dress, charity shop

red ribbed tights, stolen from the mother

Jim went to the Flower Ssnake ceremony at Tate Britain yesterday, and got to watch a lady whip the christmas spirit out of the massive Norwegian spruce they have up as you come in. Meanwhile, Lol was answering Latin questions (boo) and reading one of Keats' letters to Fanny Brawne about every five minutes- they are beautiful, almost like sonnets. The everyday becomes magical in Keats' hands. Someday Lol would like her own Keats to write letters to her, Keats sans TB and another women but most definitely avec at least ten more inches to his 5 feet. Somehow Facebook just doesn't capture the sublime and beautiful quite as well.

PLUS: We're going out for pizza tonight, and we've both agreed to wear the clothes we bought each other for christmas, so we'll post up some pictures later on.