My mother hates linen. She won't wear it, no way no how. But she also irons jeans and bandanas. The woman likes her fabric crisp and flat. She's fairly Victorian that way. And while linen irons like a dream, it also wrinkles like a mad.
Which doesn't bother me one single bit. In fact, I kind of like the way it softens and becomes all flouncy and light. It's character!
I've been drooling over this tunic for some time now. It's made by a french woman. Of course.
And then there's Pamela Tang in Australia. I mean really. Her stuff is so me I think we might have been separated at birth. Except I can't sew like that. And she's obviously Asian and tiny. But sisters. We could be sisters.
If you didn't watch it when I mentioned it before, do it now. Really.
I madly in love with linen. Now you know why.
photo credits: 1. a firm knock on the door..., 2. Simply Pretty Ringbearer Pillow, 3. Untitled, 4. Untitled, 5. Linen and Lace, 6. coconut buttons and linen, 7. Linen piping trim, 8. linen_linai, 9. smocked linen dress