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I'm attending a wedding next weekend. A rather special one. So I've been looking for a dress to wear. Not just any dress, but a dress that is suitable for the occation as well as for my rather voluptuous figure.

Today I found it. It is just the most perfect, wonderful, funky dress in bright colours. It was just hanging there, lonely on a hanging rail in a shop. the last one. And it was two sizes too small.

Bugger and arse! Any good tips on how to loose about two stone in a week anyone?

Not an egg...

... but hardboiled nonetheless. Just a little practice painting (in Photoshop) of a random, nameless, sardonic private detective. Probably a tangential subconscious sideffect of borrowing The Thin Man (both the book and the movie) from Ren:

I feel like I might be a little burnt out on my usual fan-art fare? I still have an unlimited number of pieces that I want to draw and post, but I just can't seem to get it together these days... maybe a few more of these painting exercises will do me good. We'll see--my muse is capricious! I call her Blogonia.

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