It’s Katie’s work party today.
She’s made up the bed in the spare room this morning especially.
Should I be impressed by her kind forethought about not wanting to wake me when she crawls in at shame o’clock or should I be utterly horrified that she’s made a premeditated decision to self-harm with the drink?
Katie certainly looks very Christmassy anyway. A nice bird resting in tin foil. The dress was once a ballgown belonging to Katie’s mum which K had made into a party dress, Wolford leggings, Fenn Wright Manson cardigan and Georgina Goodman shoes.