Ski Lessons in Kindness … Again
The winter I was fifteen I learned some important lessons on the ski hill. And not all of them were about skiing.
The winter I was fifteen I learned some important lessons on the ski hill. And not all of them were about skiing.
I love cashmere sweaters with whatever. With jeans and boots or skirts, tweed jackets or down coats. But it has to be good quality cashmere.
We’re planning for travel this winter. Not actually travelling, but reading and researching and dreaming of our next big trip.
In between being a poor student, an underpaid young teacher, and an aspiring ethical shopper, I had a few indulgent years. The years when I had enough money to buy what I wanted. And did.
I’ve been sick this past week with a killer cold. Thank god for reading in bed, is all I can say.