I really do. Well I wish I did. I wish I lived in her little pot, all pink and purple cushioned goodness, a few over the top gold highlights, swathes of chiffon, ah I can feel it. Fake eyelashes that go for miles, are you feeling it?
Matt has a severe case of man-flu, Tiny is vomiting and the Doctor has a rash across his chest and it's creep-creep-creeping.
Feeling it yet?
I need distraction peeps! Anyway. Let's talk harem pants. I bought 'em. I'm wearing 'em. But am I wearing 'em correctly? You see, I'd like to be rockin' 'em, but I'm just a little scared. Can't touch this.
While trawling the internet for how to instructions I found this little cutie.
Sorry for the tangent, but cute, style savvy little zeitgeist - we adore you.
For something magical, if you're not feeling the magic of the harem pants, well here's a shot of our crazily dishevelled craft drawer courtesy of the Doctor and his spur of the moment craft activities. Today - hotting up his cardboard box car with dinosaur stickers.
My piece of magic that I take from this. More doilies. Can't. Get. Enough.