The Clutch

I DON'T MIND IF I DO

Nahhh Ahhhhh

NOT.ONE.BIT

I forgot how much fun it is to roam around charity shops, delve into dusty drawers and pull stuff up from the bottom of grubby looking cardboard boxes. This is mainly because my weekends are spent working as opposed to roaming free, like the wild cat I am inside. However one bright and fateful day in Clapham, not so very long ago, My Little Eye moved across   this little number, hidden in a drawer at the back of a dusty charity shop. The joy of it...and £1 later it was mine. 

MWAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA

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