Finding an outfit for the fetish ball next Sunday is proving to be entirely taxing and I am seriously considering going wearing
I'm only half joking. Outfit choosing is hard and I should have done it months ago, especially if I'm planning on actually making it. I think it will have to be off the rack instead.
I'm a little tipsy and too high from work. So I think while I eat this bad service station sausage roll, I'm going to upload photos.
Party dress in green, by that noted designer Miss D'Winter
Roxy is dangerous! A wild beast of the kung-fu variety!
It may look like I'm posing but I'm actually dead asleep. This is what a double shift on little sleep followed by half a bottle of gin will do to a girl. Thank god I had Jean there to actually shove me into bed, even if he did stop to take a photo first.
At least it's obvious this time.
One of my favourite things to do: get naked and defile classic cars
Who goes bikini shopping in the dead of winter? Well that would be Renee and I. Renee can show off her purchase as she sees fit, but he's my fab suit. Now I have to wait until summer.
The following photos are titled That Is Not My Cat, a fact for which my darling Bulma is very cranky at me. I don't think she approves of my affection to wandering neighbourhood felines.
the top says it all
Looking rather deep in thought
Getting undressed after a show. You can tell its after and not before because I look exhausted.
Elegant Roxy
Playing in the garden
Roxy the Minx
Have you ever wondered what vintage Roxy looked like? When she'd just got off the plane into the new and bright Los Angeles? (When did I start speaking in third person?) Well wonder no more. My first party in LA:
Let's go back even further! First porn film ever, just after my eighteenth birthday.
Memory lane is ever so blonde.