Really I think frocktober has cured me of frocks. Here's my fanciest frockiest frock for the last day. It's fifties, it's frothy, it's flocked and it's pretty darn special.Frocktober has been all of the frocktabularse fundraising fun I thought it would be and then some. I aimed to raise $500 and I've raised three times that. Your kindness and encouragement have made me feel terrific. Just goes to show what a generous community we live in and what a worthy cause ovarian cancer research is.
Because, laydeez, ovarian cancer sucks big time. It's insidious, difficult to diagnose and detect and then it kills you. One woman in Australia dies from it every ten hours. Gosh that's CRAP. What an evil slimy motherfrocker that ovarian cancer is.
Now don't get teary, but here's a farewell frocktober film, "All Dressed up With No Place to Go"You can still donate! HERE!
You'll all be very relieved that you won't be seeing my mug on the internet for some time Hooray! Now...where are my tracky dacks? Oh that's right....I don't have any!





































