Don't cha just wanna slap that smug look off my face?
You too can feel wonderfully smug when you I show you something really gross to pep up your day.
Yep, there's the contents of the laundry/storage area thrown out the back door.
More evidence of domestic sluttery.
Isn't it just so disgraceful and heavenly?
I had no idea we had so many empty boxes and junk rammed into such a tiny space.
I did a massive purge today and everything has been taken away by the garbage truck heroes or waiting tidily in the shed for the next load.
There's nothing quite like a wonderful garbage enema is there?
My reward for all that hard work?
Well, I don't have a sweet tooth, so chocolate wasn't the teaser.
It was playing around with outfits and coming up with something to wear with my new red tights from Sock Dreams.
Her Holy Fecking Hotness Helga has inspired me to go for red legs, something I've never done before.
I love red, but rarely wear it, yet I have been enjoyed my "new red 1960s hat and DIY headband.
Yowza, I'm a red-tights convert!
This homemade 1950s frock is probably the most tame one I own but I love wearing it.
It's a dark cream embossed satin that has softened with age and loves a stiff breeze.
So "Wilma", my 1960s Vanity Fair half slip is just the thing to spice things up for those cheeky puffs of wind.
I'm also wearing a load of thrifted junk jewellery that I adore, some earrings from Bookhouse Creations; 1940s fur cape; my current fave vintage handbag and one of my DIY floral headbands.
Oh and sparkly boogie shoes of course.
My head is stuck in mid-70s roller disco mode these days, thus the red tights perhaps?
I can't shake the KC and the Sunshine Band 8-track-player-on-a-loop in my head and I don't wanna.
Where are my bloody roller skates when I need them? Roller Girl, did you nick 'em?
Get down tonight!!