Electric Eccentricity

Oh dear. I’ve known about Polyvore since the day it opened it’s doors and knowing myself as I do, thought it best avoided, if I was to get anything done at all. And then today I was all curled up on the sofa with my laptop on my knee, Christmas In Connecticut on the DVD (Oh what undiscovered joy!), and a long tall glass of hot chai latte at my side and I decided to have a play…

And here I am, a stupid amount of hours later. The baby no more than dipped in the bath (Ok so he’s five and no more a baby, but he’ll always be my baby, so don’t argue with me when I’ve got PMT coming out of my ears!), the evening meal no more than a token gesture with which to fill our stomachs and the house gone to the dogs…

And all for the most fun you can have wearing furry slippers. I’m always late to the party arent I?

I like to think of it as fashionably so…