so it turns out that my friend who suddenly disappeared from facebook and wasn’t responding to my texts wasn’t murdered, kidnapped or part of a new cult. her profile was hacked (and is currently suspended) and she’d failed to give me her new number a while ago.
I’m not one to panic, but sometimes I think jumping to the worst conclusion is the most entertaining option.
victorian pewter paint is up on the wall (finally), and it looks amazing. I did it all by myself and didn’t spill a drop on my hair, the dog or the carpet. the bed is back in its place, and now we shall nap for a bit, then get gussied up and go out for a few drinks.