Blame the workmen playing with their diggers and bulldozers in the giant clay pit next door.
Once a verdant, overgrown, secret adventure playground, the wonderland was a place for The Stylist and I to play hooky and shoot some wild outfit posts.
But good secrets don't stay secrets for long though do they?







Oh that's right, she was 16, so I can't blame the poor wee deluded pet.
Amazing what a Rolling Stone and a controlling mother can get away with.
Oh god, I swapped fire engine red lipstick, oh so briefly at age 19, because of this?
Madonna, I am so sorry I betrayed you.
Will you ever forgive my indiscretion?

I made this headband, named her Bet Does Barbados, put her in the Sassy Vamps shop yesterday and she sold in five minutes.
That's never happened to me until now ... thank you Phillipa!


Except for bright and shiny things.
Her Indoors should know better.











Desiree xxxx