Ooo pretty lights

So we get the bright (no pun intended) idea to go to Blackpool tonight.

It. Was. Heaving.

But the kids enjoyed seeing the Illuminations. Apart from Andrew for whom the highlight appeared to be the breakdown truck. Not for us, I hasten to add.

Can I assure anyone reading my Under Canvas serial fic that normal service will resume once I've finished Stay? The muses are possessed by darkfic bunnies atm.

Okay, going to bed now.

Over-Priced Tat

I should have come up with a single word to name my business. It's easier to pretend it's "designer" that way. Take for example the piece of 'jewellery' I've found in the Mail On Sunday's magazine. It consists of four pink quartz nuggets wired together and strung on pink ribbon. It probably cost about £5 to buy the bits and half an hour to put together. The company that sells it call themselves Rumour. Designer jewellers. They are selling this piece of tat for £75.

I. Kid. You. Not.

There are no regulating bodies that say what you can charge. But it's disgusting. I'd charge between £10 - £15 for a similar piece. But my stuff is not 'designer'.

But then again, I'm not pretentious.