Confessions of a Shopaholic. And Bruno.

Well, as I mentioned last week, Terry and I had another fancy dress party to attend this weekend. And, as I also mentioned, my planned costume was pretty half-assed. In fact, with the whole Christmas/holiday/Terry's-car-breaking-down-on-the-motorway-and-having-to-be-replaced thing, I decided that a budget costume was in order, and that, on this occasion, I would basically try and take  a "work with what you've got" approach. Which was actually pretty ironic, considering that I decided to go as a personal heroine of mine.... [Note: image under the jump as Terry's outfit is a bit... well... a bit... risqué, let's say]