Raise ravens...

Look at him... so calm and happy, he tells me...listen love, I go to a small photograph for friend Fernando, nothing important... traitor.

He's more comfortable and relaxed in front of someone else's lens than in front of mine... scab.

The guy looks super handsome. And the jacket, oh, the jacket. It's constructed from scraps of other fabrics; with them, they've created a complete cloth, and from there, they've assembled the jacket in such a way that the seams of both fronts align when you close it, a perfect puzzle. So, when my husband tries it on, he comes back and tells me...I've been with Lander (Lander Urquijo, THE tailor of Madrid), you have to go pay for my Christmas gift...

In conclusion, if we add that he betrayed me and went with a better photographer, that I now have a monetary debt with Lander, that he won't be able to sleep tonight because he's so happy with the beautiful comments he received on Chic too chic (thank you :) and that readers call him "the Count" instead of "the Consort" (BECAUSE I AM THE ONE WITH THE NOBLE TITLE, NOT HIM)... I'm tempted to let him publish a post someday before he starts a parallel blog or, even worse... the competition hires him!

Hugs and curtsies,

The jealous Countess... understand me, no one calls the Duke of Edinburgh the king... he's the consort!