Well the move is almost done and I'm finally at my new hovel with about a million things left to be done.  The clothes storage thing is almost done but not quite there yet but pics will ensue once I have had time to recover from this mammoth weekend (I'm a bit gutted that a bank holiday weekend has not gone 'mammoth' the way I want it to...) where blood (quite literally cuts all over my hands and legs...), sweat and tears were shed. 

If I type gently, my fingers can still muster up a post without me howling in pain... and seeing as the wardrobe (this doesn't denote actual cuboid furniture if you must know...) isn't entirely there, all I have is my rail which I plan on changing regularly with the the pretty things that make me feel happy when I pass by and give it a glance.  Since I'm bleary eyed and blind in the mornings without my contact lenses, a flash of lace, or a touch of frilly chiffon or running my hand sover some badges over a shirt might jolt me up a little.  I like some heavy petting action with my clothes and I'm not afraid to admit it.   

My first rail has a bit of a pale blue/peach/beige thing going on but that could all change in a few days time...