Thank you for all the suggestions. I will take them up in good time. Just now Steve has gone out of town to find us a place to inhabit next year, so for the moment all I will be making is myself slightly insane, plus the usual thousand mats a day of post-partum shed hair. Do you need some to fill your hassocks with? I have plenty and am not feeling stingy.
So in the meantime it is just me and Jane and the entire last season of Lost.
Jane naps and hangs out and gets changed on a stack of rectangles. This lovingly constructed pile of fabric exploits some of wool's finest qualities, and then switches it up with the fine contrasting features of cotton. Observe:
The bottom layer is the mock shearling blanket mentioned here. It showcases wool's talent at being fluffy and insulating. On top of that is a tightly woven and super-lanolinized wool mat that I bought off the internet. It demonstrates wool's ability to repel water, or more relevantly, baby piss. To soak up that which has been repelled we have a lovely cheap hand towel, showing off cotton's aptitude for absorbency, laundering, and cheapness.
The structure as a whole highlights my champion skills at being a dork. QED.
I am also fond of my Bensimon tennis shoes. They would be fashion forward if it were three years ago. I find them charming, anyhow, and they are some kind of limited edition in linen.
Have I convinced you yet that this is an aspirational lifestyle blog?