I don't know about you darlings, but modesty is something I think about quite a lot.
I like to think that modesty is an integral part of my personality.
Especially, quite literally, as a cyclist; I've had my skirt blow up on more than one occasion, and frankly, I don't want anyone but G checking out my panties!
Not to mention those drunken nights of debauchery, when you find yourself rolling about on the floor with gay abandon, entangled with another reveller, shrieking away with glee.
A girl doesn't want her ass to be displayed to all and sundry on those occasions, does she?!
Although I may have shown them off to you lot before, quite accidentally.......
I learnt my lesson re modesty the hard way.
There's nothing more educational on the subject than being confronted by a photo of ones ass when collecting newly developed pix .....
Picture this: one has a peek as one is waiting for the change upon payment and is shocked to see her own ass in all its glory, and one looks up guiltily to find the whole shop looking at her.
And one has no memory of this photo being taken.
I can pose if I want to
I can pose like a silly tart
I can pose like a twit whenever I like
And act like an imbecile......
Bottom necklace-Kensington Markets, London(1989!) with vintage brooch, opshopped
Headpiece-Jen ,made with her own fair hands!
And here is the tattoo!
I love it, Sonja is a bloody talented lady with a lovely touch!
Since there was so much wonderful interest in my Jungle Curry, I'll try and remeber to post the recipe tomorrow!
If I forget, will someone please give me a prod?!
This one's for Blossom!