With her thong riding up her crack...

...she didn't need a furrier, a dressmaker or a milliner. Shit, she needed a specialist!


Apologies for the quality, this little camera has days when the sensor just goes crap, it thinks I want an effect like a photo printed on Kentmere photographic art paper from the 1970s. Other days the results are grand. It's beginning to stress me out, I don't know whether I need a new camera or a therapist. *happy place......go to the happy place.......put the axe back in the woodshed .......and breathe....*