I turned my first sock heel in our lovely apartment in Vienna. Here I am doing the heel magic while supervising bath time.
Ooooo Vienna, you are so lovely.
Everywhere I looked was loveliness. All the buildings look like cakes iced in white piping.
Granny chic is everywhere it seems. Apparently, the West shares but a single handmade aesthetic Has the internet eroded regional expression I wonder? But that is a much greater discussion than this flippant little post could possibly manage.