These are completely amazing! And a cute size for kids, too. I've linked the recipe above but I used a bolognese sauce I had in the freezer which made making these even simpler. Oh, and after a lovely friend wowed me with the gift of her lasagne, I've been determined to replicate the delicious flavours in her meat sauce – not sure if it's what she uses but I popped some diced pancetta in with mine and used some veal mince as well as my usual beef, and oh boy, it was gooood.
Knee-high boots by CHLOE
The secret is this; have a cousin with impeccable taste in shoes, the same size foot as you but slightly wider calves that mean she can't fit into the amazing designer boots she bought in New York. I've been too scared to wear these because they are so damned beautiful. When I finally trotted them out, I decided a shopping expedition with my tiny daughter was the perfect occasion.
Hot tip; shopping in boots is a bitch, even if they are Chloe.
Is it even necessary to elaborate here? Look! She's a tiny baby girl and she's mine. Cue joyful shrieking and ruffles for miles.
Don't let anyone try and tell you that boys and girls aren't different. They are. Mostly. Like anything, there will always be exceptions to the rule. And the rule is this; boys are a blur. Luca was the most mellow little baby and quite without the usual behavioural hallmarks of dare devil, climb anything, run in circles boy-ness. And then there's Luca now – robot-loving, dinosaur-stomping, circle-running BOY. Ziggy? Had the hallmarks right out the gate. Together? A really loud blur. Awesome.
Happiness is the mess of life. Sometimes you have to look for the laughter in the chaos. It's there. It's always there, buried beneath the other shit that doesn't matter. Some days require a fucking big shovel, it's true. But keep shovelling with me, loves. And know that you are not shovelling alone.
Don't forget to enter The Fullmoon competition here.
Those boots are amazing! Bet you look hawt in them. Did you feel like a happy version of VB trotting along with her Harper? Oh, I need me a family member with same-sized feet. Alas, the nearest are still a size too small, with exception of my aunt who – needless to say – at her age has very different taste in shoes.
Love hearing all this happiness you have right now. Keep it around. x
Those boots are gorgeous. I can’t even imagine wearing boots right now, as it’s 100 degrees or more here in Kansas. But come fall, I will lust after them again.
The ruffle butt is too much. TOO MUCH.
Aren’t they luxe? My cousin, the shoe buyer for DJs. TRUE STORY. Best relative ever…and Harlow’s godmother. Brilliant.
I felt like a happy VB for about 5 minutes and then the pain..oh the pain! Plus, the pram had a flat tyre so it was like pushing shit uphill – in (literally)killer boots. Kind of worth it. They’re sooooo preeetty. I imagine they’d look even better if I had discernible knees – curse my short, chubby legs!
Your feet may be big but they’re quite lovely to behold…which is unusual for big feet. Go barefoot.
I would almost trade the boots for your weather at the moment. I care not for these winter months. But the boots help soften the chilly blow…
Yes, ruffle butt = too, too much!
I have something of a boot fetish currently my love. I have bought 8 pairs in the last month. 8.
So happiness is indeed for me – right now, BOOTS. When my legs eleven are wearing a sexy pair of knee highs they look like they go on forever so teamed with a big jacket – it is almost like that 15 kilo roll over my jeans does not exist. Almost 🙂 But everyone is too busy looking at my FM’s to notice :p
Oh and lasgana cupcakes? What was that you once said to me about awesomess to the power of rad cubed? Hello! Lasagna, cupcake style! Pure mad genuis! I NEED. (gotta keep the 15 kilos happy!)
Ruffle bum, also need me a ruffle bum. She’s a doll honey. Perfection. Oh, ruffles! Charlotte would not think happiness is a ruffle bum these days. Happiness is however, watching this exqusite creature growing into the most remarkable young lady. I’ve been such a proud Mumma this week.
Then of course, all three of them turn into maniacal little fucks hell bent on eroding the last semblance of sanity, patience and will to live that I clutch desperately to daily :p
If the glass of wine you are drinking at 10am is a good vintage it makes you classy, and not an alcoholic, right? :p
Babe, that is A LOT of boots. But then, the world is a better place for a woman with many a choice of boot to start her day.
Lasagne cupcakes are heaven right here on earth. Get amongst that shit.
I love that your daughter is bringing you such joy. It fills a mother up, perhaps even more than boots..