Today's offering is smaller,
because I took the Creative Genius across town to a Goth garage sale, in Northcote, endearingly titled Black Market.
I've discovered that goths aren't averse to a good beer and a sausage sizzle on a Sunday afternoon, providing they can shade that moon-tanned skin with a stand of ancient peppercorn trees.
Mym was radiant.
Because she bought a pair of purple, suede, platform shoes, that almost fit,
and that I'm perfectly convinced she's going to break her ankles in, but anyway...
And to Andricon Girl (esteemed Monster Maker and Previous Owner), I hope you have your rent covered, and I just want you to know that Mym hasn't taken those shoes off yet. She's at least Three Inches Taller in them and I think she's worn them to bed.