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I am totally in love with Isabel Marants SS11 collection I am not usually a fan of candy pink but it is hardened up with black belts, chunky knits and signature slouchy boots. Everything is pure perfection and full of much inspiration for my SS wardrobe.
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This is the time of year when I start thinking about what looks I want to rock come spring especially as it is time to pick new pieces of uniform. I am really into the floaty, boho, 70's look that is around for next season and Emilio Pucci and Roberto Cavalli's S/S11 collection is totally inspiring I had to use all my self control not to upload the full collections so I have picked a few pieces from each collection check Emilio Pucci's full collection here and Roberto Cavalli's full collection here.
Jacket Next, Shorts ASOS, Scarf Tara Jarmon, Belt Nicole Farhi, Boots Dune
The snow has not magically disappeared I took these pictures on Monday it is still very much a wintery scene here in the south of England. I am so obsessed with the D&G collection for me it totally sums Christmas and winter up with their reindeer jumpers and festive knits who could not want to turn to them for inspiration as the temperature drops and we get closer to Christmas. I took inspiration from a very tiny detail the way they belted there scarfs.
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During those months, my son’s mother, Holly, observed that birth mothers have to accomplish in one day the monumental task of letting go that most parents have 18 years to figure out. Days after his birth, when I struggled with letting go, Holly sat with me and cried — for the children she never got to have, for the fact the adoption would bring her joy while causing me pain, and out of fear that she had already grown to love a child I might not give her.
I signed the papers on a hot August day in 2000, sitting at a large conference table with my sister, my son’s adoptive parents and agents from Catholic Social Services. I’d sat there several times before but hadn’t yet been able to say the words to relinquish all rights to my son. Each time I was left alone to think and, hours later, was sent home with him.
My pen rested at the intersection of two vastly different futures, and I struggled to see into the distance of each. It did not seem that a gesture as small as scribbling my name had the power to set me down one path while turning the other, its entire landscape, to dust. It was such a small gesture, but it was the first sketch of my life without a son.
The comfort is seeing my son with his family, whom I can no longer imagine him or myself without. He is an earnest child who seems to kick hard to keep his chin above water in the world, but his mother has a certain lack of sympathy that is good for him. When he wants to retreat into his own head, she pulls him back into the refuge of his family and makes him smile. I am ever astounded that I was able to see in her something that would still feel so right so many years later. [full story]
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