In the kindest way possible, Madame Halima can’t drive.
Ok, that’s a little harsh. But she tends to not use her higher gears, and her steering wheel in the same way that a three year old might use a plastic one. It’s all a little haphazard.
In some ways I feel that I am being mean to judge someone else’s driving, because although I’m not a bad driver, it did take me a while to pass my driving test. And even now, 2 years on, I’m still a little scared on the road. so much of driving is the confidence to know that you’re doing it right, and I just don’t have that. I’m lucky that The Boy is such a good driver, so I don’t need to worry about it.
In other news, it’s still very cold here.
And, I went to try on my Caftan. It’s only in the very first stages, and will take until the end of the month to fully finish, but I have some photos so you can tell me what you think. It cost a pretty penny, but I think it’s beautiful, and it’s very soft to wear.
I’d love to show you a photo, but unfortunately I am not being allowed to upload. Something about a server error. Silly old technology.