So I dance on the graves where the hallowed fall

Huzzah, another frock finished! I'm rather fond of the sheet I used. I'm on a fecking roll! Shame it was a shitty windy day for its first outing. (wind plays havoc with my hair!) We went pot shopping....G needed to re-pot his prized golden barrel cacti, as they had outgrown their original pots, so it was off to the delightfully named Oderings gardening centre for supplies.
Oderings?! Ponderings, more like, as there wasn't a lot of choice in colours. We settled on some shiney black pots, all the better to show off the yellowy spines of the cacti.

Prior to the gardening centre expedition, however, I had some splendid luck at my two favourite opshops! Two suitcases and a basket...I'm still wondering the the feck I'm going to put the basket...plus various fun odds and sods...that 70's enamel fry pan in the right case has never been used! (and I have a casserole that matches! Squee!)

The highlight, the find that made me squeal, though, was this late 60's cape!!! Oddly, it has pockets instead of slits for tyrannosaurus rex arms, but I'm going to sort that out. Otherwise, it's exquisite!

Boos?! No, no, HURRAHS!
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