came knocking at the door this morning. I heard a knock at 7am but ignored it as it was 7am and it was a public holiday and it was warm in bed. Then there was another knock half an hour later. So I opened the door and there was a black dog trotting up the road with one of lloyd’s shoes in it’s mouth. (He leaves them on the front verandah as they’re usually wet and/or dirty). So I went and yelled at daz to get up as a dog was running down the street with one of our shoes and he’s asleep and all, what, where, what. But off he went and retrieved the shoe. He said the dog lives down the road and he had a little pile of shoes on the footpath he’d been collecting. Funny little characters aren’t they.
Now I’ve become obsessed with taking vintage women and tattooing them. Not actual bodies – just pictures. I reckon they’re pretty hot.