Felt me like one of your french girls




T’was a rubbish day. Rubbish Danish election. Rubbish Game-of-Thrones-not-returning-for-a-full-year. Rubbish rain. But then Vilde sent me a picture. I didn’t know you could felt people, but Vilde feltet me! With a tiny glass of feltet little red wine. I don’t know Vilde, but I think Vilde might know me… 

This Wonderwoman of felt even sent me woolly little Stine, and she feels right at home.