Come into my parlour, said the spider to the fly...
Here I am, all togged up after a day in Sheffield, seeing the gals. Look friendly, don't I? Girl next door. Like butter wouldn't melt..
That's a me-made jumpsuit. I dunnit. I call it a cut-and-shut, because the bodice is from one recipe and the trousers from another. As anyone who makes clothes knows, the pattern doesn't always fit, so you have to do a bit of jiggery pokery. In this case, the bodice was a bit large so I did a bit of a pleat thing, finished off with a brooch at the neckline.
Unless of course you think differently?
You might be able to just see my game of monopoly there on those shelves. As kids we played a lot of board games including Cluedo. I'm quite a fan of the detective genre to this day. I'll happily watch any of them from Scandi-psycho-thriller to Miss Marple.
So, when I was recently described by the lovely Em, as looking like a murderess in Colombo, I was secretly rather tickled! How did she know?
That's the fabulous Peter Bettley 1970s hat Gisela gave me, and here's a flash of the killer skirt Curtise gifted. Hot pink tights. Must have been a crime of passion!
There's a beautiful tote bag, owl appliques, a pin cushion and flower seeds from Em. No deadly nightshade I notice.
Vix, a tote bag from Sara, a sex kitten eye mask for when I need to break into houses in disguise from Curtise and some pink wine from Sandra.
Who says crime doesn't pay?
To those people to whom I owe comments, I've been away. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Rest assured, I'll drop by soon.
I know where to find you.