C'est vrai! This magazine has, over the years, had me traipsing around London (the only stockist I now know of is Selfridges), calling up various large bookstores (lots of spelling over the phone involved) and begging friends who pop over to France to bring me back a memento. And the fact that it isn't monthly, makes it all the more precious. My lovely sister ever so kindly got me a subscription for my birthday. And the first arrived today. Rather unexpectedly because I had ever so slightly forgotten about it.
The Winter issue can only mean one thing - Christmas and...knitting.
And a bird box - naturally.
I have fallen in love with these little birds. They'd be perfect for Miss L's forthcoming nuptials - although 80 of them might be a bit of a stretch...but oh so memorable.