Dearest you,
Playing hard to get isn't that cool; sorry for the silent treatment.
We've been on the run.
As in, first we ran to Milan with a Mad Man for a little project.
We blitzed through Italy, saw the lakes, ate the pasta, spoke with our hands.
Flew back to Londres for a few hours,
swapped suitcases and got on a big bird over to America.
Landed and got stuck in like Flynn
Bean Town first and then the next day the fabled land of Cazenovia,
where we've been packing up two decades of memories
and enjoying the sweet reunion of the Four Pack.
Its always manic but we are MAXED OUT.
And being that overextended is not chic.
And now we need to breathe a little.
Because the weather is turning sweet Bohemian, and we need to get our tricky witchy fingers sewing again.
So if you'll bear with us through the patchy radio connection
we promise to indulge you with something beautiful for the automne.
We're doing 'the full thing', and this is the way we work. This is the only speed we know. Forgive us.
Love,
Bohemia
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| (in case you were wondering what the FULL THING looks like) |
And in case you are curious about the details of our tedious lives over the last two weeks:
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| Shameless sunglass selfies in Italy. |
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| With the aforementioned Mad Man |
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| Researching colour palates over long lunches |
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| Italian Vistas |
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| Hipsters in Blue on Lake Varese |
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| Drinking Litres of Green to get through the Jetlag |
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| The bare essentials of our gypsy trunk: some leopard, some linen, some crochet. |
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| End of Summer uniform: a knitted dress recused from a charity shop. |
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| As we packed up the big house, we relived our baby couture memories. Petit Prince velveteen coats and Liberty of London smocking. Oh, how we wished we could still dress like this. |
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| Caught up with the brothers. |
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| Looking forward to Fall, we got stuck into jackets and swatches. |
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| And finally bid adieu to the Big House of our youth. |
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| A passage. See you on the flip side. |
