Cotton Castles
aka, Pamukkale, Turkey.
aka, Pamukkale, Turkey.
Way back in the week of August 14th, aka, the week of our Triumphant Return From Being Mountain Kings, when we went to visit the V&A’s Fashioning Masculinity and Africa Fashion exhibits. Ohmyohmyohmy.
Featuring lots of silly photos of Sameer and I frolicking in the snow. Like these ones:
Aka. Possum, Blossom. iykyk
One morning, in Kalbarri, I met the most beautiful of creatures…
It’s pink. I mean. Really really pink.
It had to be done.
The happenings of the week we entered August. Featuring fancy food, fake forests and the most beautiful mould-lemon you’ll ever see.
In the middle of August, I did a one-day natural indigo dying workshop led by a two-member team of dyers from Indigo Garden.
Our weekend in Wales didn’t begin completely smoothly. Even before we left we learnt that out trains on the way back would be mostly cancelled and fully chaos, and the journey out was slow enough that even a heroic run from platform to platform couldn’t save the connection. Still, waiting for the next train we met a very kind Welsh man who was more than willing to make suggestions for our stay, so things weren’t all bad. You know you’re in Wales when….