Rummage

I think this rearranging and vignetting is an as-yet-undiagnosed form of obsessive compulsive disorder. This epiphany came upon me as I was organising the dirty cutlery in the dishwasher  on a strict tonal colour palette. I have also been known to lovingly sort the clothes into complimentary colours just so I can watch them swoosh around the front-loader in a riot of harmonious shades, throw in the fact that I've developed a nervous tic when the Frenchman straightens my artfully crooked tea towels and it would be fair to say I'm a card-carrying member of neurotics annonymous.

PS just realised the whippet statue in not at the required 180 degree angle. Must. Go. And. Straighten. xx

Sorry about the lengthy silence but I have been off being a Very Important Person with a real job which has left me, in the immortal words of the 3 year old, exhaustipated. Am back back nursing a serious addiction to Tumblr, so much so that I've had to create two new tumblrs just to keep track of things.

In other news, I am buying a new andaltogetherfabulous camera which I'm hoping will crunch my photos up a gear, also the offspring have texta-coloured Kipper's upper torso in startling fluroescent pink that has made him the talk of the local dog park.
xx