If you're tired of hearing about Fred Butler, I don't blame you. I do mention her a lot. But honestly, the woman basically provides me with a daily cheer that I cannot but continue to harp on. Her rainbow monochromatic dressing is still stuck in my head. Then yesterday, a Quality Street-like pyramid arrived at the office (how odd that both KOS and I received some gifting on the same day...). Onlookers commented that I had suddenly been reduced to acting like a five year old child. So be it. I mean, how can you not become an instant baby when you're faced with a fuschia wrapped pyramid decorated with a pinwheel and origami trinket boxes. The box inside will sit proudly on my shelf as it is itself a crafty bit of work.
Then comes the star attraction inside, wrapped with wads of Fred Butler printed tissue paper. A piece from her current accessories collection which launched last season that had my childhood nostalgia levels at an all time high when I first saw the lookbook images. I did declare that if I was as nimble fingered as Fred Butler, I would think about dabbling with PVA glue, foil and cardboard all day long too... sadly I'm not, so I can only reap the benefits of someone else's handiwork. The necklace (I'm working on perching it on top of my head somehow...) reminded me of this salient truth.
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