I'm hopelessly addicted. Since yesterday I've been trying to stay away from this blog and failing... and it isn't even about food!
It's better than a Mills'n'Boon, isn't it? No guilty sense of illicit/lowbrow pleasure, at least. You read a letter, sigh over the adorable photograph and think of how much you would like one of those things that she is talking about.
At some point or another I think most of us can identify with a letter or two. It's like PostSecret in its way. And I for one wrote so many, many letters to the man I would one day marry. Thankfully, those conversations stayed safe in my head so the man I did marry cannot ever blackmail me with them... but while on the subject, if ever I learnt to be careful what I asked for, that taught me! Vicky has pretty much everything I thought to ask for and all the annoying little things that I never thought to blacklist. Dammit.