Horatio Hornblower and his Lady Sea, featuring H.M.S. Indefatigable
At least 17% of our Rhondeau/Morgan-husband/wife compatibility comes from our shared ability to light on an idea and become immediately, irredeemably obsessed with said idea, followed by a near-rabid need to bring it into being. Hence the story of how we spent every spare minute of two weeks in October scouting navy wool blazers in op-shops and building a tall ship from cereal boxes and toothpicks.
If you have neither seen nor read C.S. Forester’s Hornblower series, I suggest you make remedy forthwith. If you think you have absolutely zero reason to see or read C.S. Forester’s Hornblower series, I have only two words for you, both of them Welsh: Ioan. Gruffudd.
JWM: entirely thrifted and remade, top to toe. gold button hoard courtesy of my mum.
E: thrifted skirt, collar + sash pieced together from various tulle and netting in sea tones, bound in silver satin ribbon. papier-mâché ship designed, drafted, and executed by o captain, my captain.