The Corset Coat

I'm sooo excited, i'm working on new pieces and a new website. It seems to be taking most of my soul, heart, life and time but then I figure this is the necessary foundation to create something beautiful. 'You must become a slave to your art for it to be a thing of beauty' - I said it. I must remember this when i'm admitted into hospital for exhaustion and malnutrition. It goes against what I usually do (self praise) but I adore this coat and the pieces following. I simply cant wait for it all to be finished. For now though, it's coming soon.
Let this be a sign of things to come because in the end it will all be worth the work and wait.

"Vintage Stead and Simpson"  *clapping insanely* I've just won these vintage chaussures for £3.20 - Indeed I am addicted to Ebay!

Amore Toujours

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I finally wake up at 12:49 Saturday afternoon with rodents roaming inside me. That's right, one in my head scratching away at my skull and the other deep in my stomach pushing whatever alcohol was left right into my chest. I was chanting my 'I'll never drink again' song, though it seems to dissolve away with my next drink (on Sunday). Like clockwork I then think someone spiked my drink because it's beyond comprehension how two glasses and one half would cause such devastation. I dread to think that my aging has a place in the equation and finally put it down to drinking only water, green tea and lemon & Ginger tea for the last year (alcoholic, fizzy and juice drinks on a very irregular basis) no fibs. Therefore it must be the alcohol irritating my pure body (excuse me while I fool myself). So anyway, I look over on my camera and I'm still shocked at my own appearance, glad for the change nonetheless... You see, Friday night was my introduction of my Grace Jones-esque hair to the world at night, it was shocked but generally receptive. Now you can understand why wherever I am, the words Grace and Jones most certainly appear. It might even explain my alcoholic over indulgence! 

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