My Knees are staying undercover unless it involves a plunge in the sea.

Simply put, I don’t really like them anymore.

They work and I am thankful for that; they just look better covered.

White can feel so right.

What I really felt was a gamut of emotions as I flew to Portugal last week.

I felt spoilt and privileged to leave in what was really a very safe and easy transit.


The airport was quiet and well managed, masks at all times during the transit and Lisbon took the whole routine very seriously.

The shirtdress has been around forever and it is the one dress to wear right now.

The shirtdress is one of those dresses that work with so much, goes anywhere and saves the day when the what-to-wear indecision or it’s-too-hot-for-anything-else sets in. I have been having a few of these days recently and I have been searching through my dresses for something new and different to wear.

There’s nothing new about a boiler suit.

Not in my world, anyway.

Boiler Suits have a unique place in my memory because I wore one the day I met David, my husband of many decades. I’ve known him longer than I haven’t – which is 40 years and I still remember exactly what I wore for our first encounter.

I was “tricky” about the meeting.