Sweet Gilles. I’ve come to accept that you will probably never hook a fish or feel up a girl. I’ve likely thwarted any manly gene in your body by decorating your room in head-to-toe toile. You will never ride a motorcycle or throw a football, but that game causes early-onset Alzheimer’s and skews you toward trophy wives. You’ll thank me someday.
I found this amazing fabric last Spring when I went on a buying spree for Les Deux Rousses. Next time you’re here, you MUST go to this most amazing of gems in Paris – Au Bonheur des Dames. It’s like a middle Eastern bazaar of fabric.
Manon and I got crafty and constructed these fox hold backs so that he could retain some vestige of masculinity. I know my sweet boy will be amazing, regardless. We are talking about someone that whips up the perfect pot of mussels and can play with a spool of yarn for two hours.
He says he has vertigo. Too much?