Someone re-write the Bible quick: forty days and nights of rain is no big deal. I think we're on day 113, at the very least. Oh, and highs of 6 deg in May (that's low 40's Fahrenheit fans)? THE SHEER CRUELTY. It's driving me demented, truly.
Now that I've gotten my British small talk out of the way, here's a Little Red Tennis Skirt with a brown cloud waistband. Also feel free to admire the lovely red asymmetrical sweater that my mum knitted Maia. Making things that are asymmetrical runs in out family.