still languishing...

in the land of camp-leader uniform... managed to fashion a cloak out of the same piece of blue velvet that was last seen out as a toga for the harry potter themed partay last night... apparently I was from Beauxbatons school, though the french accent didn't exactly keep up with the explanation... clothes still so boring and ill fitting they make me want to cry (though I have rediscovered a pair of diesel khaki dungarees that I've never worn due to their deep V split when worn up, but when worn down are just the right degree of practicality for working with these little demons...
to top it all off, today i smell... a hot london will do that to you. i'm off to roast in front of the tv now. (GOD I'm so darn BRITISH!!! teehee)
xxxc

a photo of my very very rushed improv outfit for abovementioned party...