"... And lo, it did come to pass that ye moon it hath turn'd to blood and verily yon wench dare'd not tempt thee with tales of cunning harlot's folderol and baubles of deceit..."
I stole that last bit from Dracula, (I think it might have been trinkets of deceit, not baubles) but the rest is accurate; I didn't really feel it was right to post lipstick reviews during a lunar eclipse so I refrained for one whole week and now everybody pays! Because this week I'm probably going to pound you into the fucking ground with cunning harlot's folderol! LOL! (makes Hannibal Lecter fava bean sucking noise). Ah, film quotes- good enough for Euripides, good enough for me.
As for baubles of deceit, we're finally posting details of the awesome vintage Dior parure we acquired a wee while back > and offering said parure for sale, so if you've got some investment chingy scorching a hole in your pocket you might want to check that out this week. Hens' teeth, peeps. Flippin gorgeous hens' teeth.
Or maybe you're banging on the glass demanding that latest Day Monkey instalment you were promised some time ago; well, perhaps not demanding or even really wondering, but whatever- we have to redo a few pics, so maybe next week.