Out Of The Closet...

So I am remiss in posting photo's. Crap!!! There are several reasons for this but the most prevalent one is that holga Polaroid film can only be purchased in just a few stores one of which is in the bowels of Hollywood, which I abhor driving to! So there, suck on that! Eventually I will break down and make the drive but not in the very near future.

The good news is, my closet project has drawn to a close with the exception of paint and that will happen tomorrow. My knuckles are sore, my back is sore and those oh so unused muscles of late are really sore. Oh well, it was worth it if I can keep the clothes off the floor in :) her (: room!

I have to admit I was unable to get my helper to strip down to nothing like the guy in the news recently somewhere in Oakland, you know, the one who didn't like to get his clothes dirty. I guess I've lost my persuasive powers of late. I tried cleavage but that would have meant he would have to go fishing for his glasses to see it, I tried tight jeans but they were so covered in drywall dust they were never noticed...so I gave up on the idea of him working side by side in the buff.

Enough for now, I must drink heavily to get the dust out of my throat. Till the next time...ta ta!