A Vegas-ready wishlist

"The brain is a cognitive miser. It's too busy thinking about love or lunch." 

 

Or sequin-jewelled, Sin City range baseball caps.

 

  Or Seventies platforms. (Labels keep saying fancy dress - I don't agree.)

 

 

  Or neon fur. Bloody lots of it please. 

 

Last week, Google procrastination sessions took a turn for the more desperate, as you can clearly see. Clearly what I really want to do is dress like a lady who has spent her whole life sat in front of a slot machine in Las Vegas. Sometimes she wins, so she buys the first thing she sees and puts it on. Then she loses and tries to sell it on again...no joy.