Treeps: I know our relationship is fresh. After all, this is only my 9th post (so sayeth the WordPress Overlord), and I know there are only two of you reading this blog. And one of you is, it has to be said, a blood relative.
I haven’t even yawned theatrically and finagled my arm across the back of your seat yet. But…you’re beginning to feel like you know La Triv, non? We’re working toward a scenario of mutual respect, aren’t we..? Baby-stepping our way towards full-blown trust?
If so, you should follow one of the diktats of La Triv Manifesto (sadly, still a work in progress), which is: Cover Yourself in Kaftastic Glory. And the best way for you to comply with this diktat is by pouring your form into a Tallulah & Hope kaftan.
Srsly, if La Triv had a choice between one of these and a lifetime supply of caramel slices, caramel slices would be the wallflower at the disco, looking longingly at La retreating back swathed in gloriously floaty T&H gorgeousness. (Goes without saying that the nice thing about kaftans is their highly Forgiving Shape, which means one could literally ingest nada but caramel slices for a lifetime and still look chic — if well accessorised).
I thank the wonderful Liberty London Girl for introducing me to T&H *nods slowly in direction of LLG HQ in respectful manner of Japanese person*.
And, for Australianos and anyone else outside the Troubled Eurozone, the lovely Zoe and Lisa at T&H (the latter of whose status as a Real Flesh And Blood Person La Triv can attest to; our meeting in Shoreditch in September 2010 may or may not have involved the clandestine handover of a marine/sandgrouse Hero kaftan) always seem to deduct the UK’s evil VAT. That’s 2000 basis points off the listed price.
Their new n/hemi summer range is online now…and looking for a dance partner.