I've run into a streak of luck recently.  The computer which I thought was broken for good is fixed.  The shoes which in my head were wrecked have suddenly re-appeared immaculate again.  Oh, and the skirt that I had chucked away has miraculously re-appeared again.  Remember THAT certain skirt which I stupidly and shamefully chucked away...?  No, the dustmen of Westminster did not magically think that a Miss Bubble might have done a boo boo and chucked away a skirt and thus returned it.  Instead, Angie, the maker of my wonderful floaty cagey dress couldn't help but take pity on me and make me a caged skirt.  On her little note which arrived with the skirt (aren't surprise packages at the office are the BEST ever...?), she stated it was the fabric that meant she couldn't resist knocking up the caged affair.

Rightly so as it's deliciously and robustly floral if that makes any sense.  It's the perfect length and having played with it a few times, ideas are reeling already.  I'm going all out with the cages...