Heyyy Daisy! 💕 Just wondering, do you know any places to get cute slightly dressier shoes? I need some because my feet grew and now I only have 1 pair :'(
i don’t know any exact places but some stores i’ve bought shoes from are novo, country road, zara, hannahs, kmart, warehouse, number 1 shoes; it is better to try on shoes in store. i’ll recommend some cute styles of dressier shoes instead:
“It’s no’ like she’s never seen me nekkid, or a nekkid
woman before, Sassenach. Dinna fash.”
Claire stopped, tugging his hand to face her. Over his
shoulder, she could see someone lighting candles in the windows of the main
“I know she’s your mother, but I still don’t really
*know* her, Jamie. And I *knew* we should have tried to find more privacy – ”
“The shady trees behind the broch is about as private as
ye’ll get here,” he said softly, thumb tracing her knuckles. “God knows I was
so happy to find ye, what with ye leaving so early this morning to gather yer
She pursed her lips. “I felt – overcome with need, Jamie.”
Her voice was quiet, and her eyes downcast. She always had such trouble
expressing her feelings – and the depth of her feelings – and that she would so
boldly state them now did not go unnoticed.
He stepped closer, took her basket from her free hand,
set it down, and touched his forehead with hers. Quietly they breathed each
“I did too, Claire. There’s no shame in it. And it’s
grown deeper since last night, aye?”
Last night – they night they had finally said those three
magic words to each other. Words that were long felt, but long overdue to be
She nodded, swallowing. “It’s like I told you – once I
start, I’ll never be able to stop.”
He kissed her eyelids. “Tell me, once more.”
She touched her lips to his, whispering, “I love you.”
He stole her breath – and then, after a long moment,
breathed those same words against her lips.
And they would have remained there, right outside the
dooryard, for hours – whispering, caressing, just ecstatic to be alive and
married to each other – had Claire’s stomach not voiced its emptiness.
They broke apart, laughing. Jamie bent to retrieve Claire’s
basket, twined his fingers through hers, and walked beside her through the
dooryard and into the house.
Turning the corner to the sitting room – hoping for a few
private moments in their bedroom before supper – they were stopped cold.
“Ah, I was just about to send Murtagh out after ye!”
Brian was on the setee, a tumbler of whisky beside him,
massaging the salve Claire had made him into his aching joints.
“There’s no need to be so worrit, Da,” Jamie said softly,
shifting from foot to foot, impatient to be alone with Claire. “I ken weel when
it’s suppertime. Dinna want to disappoint Mrs. Crook.”
“Those are wise words. And a wiser man will pick a more
private spot next time.”
Claire flushed scarlet – but said nothing, knowing it was
not her place.
“I am the laird of this estate, Da. I should be able to
have some privacy on my own lands.” Jamie squeezed Claire’s fingers in apology –
steel hardening his voice.
Brian cocked his dark head. “Ye are no’ the laird yet,
lad. But I’ll ask ye to act like one. I dinna begrudge yer love for yer wife –
but remember her honor. And remember where ye are, every second of every day –
ye never know when a tenant may walk by. And some of the tenants have their eye
on Claire – future laird’s wife or no.”
“Jamie?” Ellen rounded the corner from the kitchen,
wiping her hands on a grubby apron. She slipped beside Brian on the setee and
helped herself to his tumbler of whisky.
“Did ye really have to tell Da, Mam? It could have stayed
Claire glared at her husband – but he ignored her.
Ellen laughed. “Of course I did – and no’ for the reason
“Oh, aye? And what’s that, then? Are ye saying ye didna
want to shame me in front of my own wife?”
“Shame has nothing to do wi’ it. If yer Claire is
anything like yer Mam, Jamie – I’d wager she’s the reason why ye were out there
flat on yer back in the first place.”
Ellen smiled. “Aye - it’s a bonny spot, behind the broch. We ken it weel.”
Jamie’s mouth gaped – and Claire shook her head, so happy to be a part of this strange but loving family. “Come on, Jamie. Let’s
freshen up before supper? Want to make sure you get all the twigs out of your hair.”
She tugged Jamie up the stairs. Brian and Ellen’s
laughter followed them all the way to the third floor.
Do you have some outfit ideas for people with an hourglass shape ;-;? My bust is huge and my waist tiny and I don't know how to dress! Everything either looks baggy or just not fitting + I look larger than I am! Please help if you've got the time ;w;
dang gurl you got them curves! tbh you’d look good it everything so I think maybe you are just struggling to find the correct size(?) ofc, there are items that fit the bust but doesn’t necessarily satisfy your waist vice versa. however, it is a little difficult for me to suggest you particular clothes because I don’t know the style you are after ;;
body hugging pieces are great for showcasing the +ve’s of your body shape. (123)
cropped items are wonderful for showcasing your waist! (123)
i think off the shoulders tops look nice on everyone ; u ; (123)
the classic tee tucked in + high waisted shorts combo
While you're talking about Scots, I just had a realisation! Do you think fash, as in dinna fash yersel, comes from French fâcher? Interesting that it's a French loanword only in Scots, rather than coming through English.
very possibly! that sounds quite likely to me :)
dinna fash yersel = don’t get yourself worked up
se fâcher(contre) = to get cross with, to get irritated
Scotland and France actually have a very long-lasting alliance and cultural exchange that was place into official legislation in 1295 with an alliance treaty known as The Auld Alliance. France and Scotland shared troops, food, art and architecture, language and general culture for the centuries to come (mostly they agreed to back each other up against England). Although the Alliance has technically ended, there are still many ties between Scotland and France that don’t involve England at all, and of course many Scots words have come from French, for example ‘ashet’ from ‘assiette’.
In Scotland, a well-known phrase is ‘san ferry ann’ which is actually just an alteration of the phrase ‘ça ne fait rien’, and there are lots of links in courtroom jargon because the French and Scots shared laws and legal systems. It’s actually crazy the amount of links we have if you start spotting them!