Talking of grandmothers

Photo by Alex Huber

I think these were my great aunts’ undergarments, hand-made, of course, with all their intricate, undisplayed detail, which I’ve lugged about for years in an old cotton flour bag, along with a couple of well-cured ferret skins and skeins of old lace. I freshened them up in Nappysan and sunshine, then Alex appropriated them for the delightful blog she shares with her cousin: you could totally be french. If you wear clothes, you’ll want to check it out.