The Long Grey Cardigan

Okay it’s getting freakin’ cold.  Every morning I experience the despair of choosing an outfit that makes me stylish or makes me into a monochrome marshmellow (I know, I know, #firstworldproblems): “Oh Rachel, if you’re wearing those pinstripe pants you gotta go with the deep black pajama top.”   “Don’t be silly! She’ll freeze off her tatas if she doesn’t put on at least two Uniqlo Heat-Tech’s underneath!” “But hello, it’s low cut…. And those tanktops are not…. She’s lucky enough she can get away with it thanks to her humble cleavage”. “You bitch.”   …I am not a morning…

The Red Mohair Knit

I recently learnt of the word ‘autumnal’.  Ask me why it took nearly 28 years to discover this and be met with a dumbstruck shrug. Here I am representing my native American-English to Belgians, and all I can say to describe a whiskey cocktail with bitters, cinnamon and clove smoke is “OMG it’s so Fall!”… Autumnal. Autumnal…. I should have read more as a child [bangs palm to forehead]. Of course Autumn is the only season that gets such a regal adjective.  It’s rich. It’s vibrant. It’s velvety. It’s passionate. It’s Autumnal.  The crisp air and lowering temperatures call for…