Hello dear friend. I hope you’re having a good week so far. I’m Naomi and I write little messages in bottles here.
I have spent the past two weeks watching an episode of Downton Abbey every afternoon, while cuddling my baby daughter before her bed time. And I can’t seem to get this fabulous family or their equally fabulous downstairs staff out of my mind.
“They had a soup like this in Downton Abbey,” I say while reading a cafe menu.
“Why isn’t my life more like Lady Mary’s?” I wail to my husband, while vacuuming the carpet.
And, when people tell me my baby is getting big, I respond, “Not as big as Ethel’s baby in Downton Abbey!”
I am willing to admit this habit is probably becoming very annoying for those around me.
And then there is the fashion. Oh! The fashion! If you’re suffering Downton Abbey withdrawals while waiting for Season 3, like I am, how about drawing some style-spiration from the New York Public Library’s collection of early 20th century fashion?0