
Check out the amazing kitschness I found!

And with that, I pack a bag for the ride over to toast the new house in the city!




The aforementioned miniskirt. Posing with the artist and his painting of me (present in three of his shows so far, and yet still nobody has bought me...) Outfit: generally secondhand.
Rejected by its intended owner. I snaffled it up with glee and wore it to a Valentine's dance. Excuse the cheeky squirrel face of intoxication.