I had the oddest dream last night, involving Pygmy hippos.
I was a stylist at a photo shoot for a fashion magazine that was of pygmy hippos wearing dresses etc. The first few pictures of the hippo in a swimming costume and a lovely leotard/leg warmer outfit went fine, but then the photographer wanted the frilly dress shot. We got the hippo into a nice pale pink frilly dress, but it was a bit droopy, and the photographer said that it needed a tutu to make it look good. I went out to the town centre in Brighton (where I haven't lived for about 15 years) and found a tutu for animals shop just round the corner. I returned with a handful of tutus that the lady at the shop said would fit the Pygmy hippo fine, as she sold a lot of them and never had a problem before.
I returned to the studio and started trying them on. The blue and lilac ones fitted great, but the photographer insisted on having the bright pink one, as it coordinated with the dress best. The dream ended with me desperately trying to fit a too small pink tutu onto the hippo.
If anyone wishes to visit the tutu for animals shop in Brighton, it's opposite boots. Although you may have to be dreaming to find it!
Just call me Bagpuss. Saggy, baggy, and a bit loose at the seams.
HEDS, FMS, jaffa cake addict. Velcro rules!