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Ducking and diving Over under over under. I gather up my dreams and bestow them on this garment. My needle swims, glides through the fabric until Prick, jump, bleed, bodge.
Mrs Estee Lauder, as gals in the biz call her, is just a hero. Full stop. End of story. “I never dreamed of success, I worked for it” is so close to being twee – but it isn’t. When coupled with the biography of the beauty pioneer, you can understand that she really worked hard…Continue reading “Why I love Mrs Estee Lauder”
The wind was so strong as Emily jogged towards the beach on the last night of her sponsored Jog-Along that the palm trees lining her route were bent over almost double. The palm trees were not native but had been imported during a glamourous phase in the nineteen eighties when these small oil towns wereContinue reading “The Story of Emily (Fiction)”