Still dangerously unsupervised ...

... but the velvet painter (who is going out of business and thus has all her stuff on sale) has resolved my what-shirt-for-the-Pomba problem. At, I would note, half price.

Because, y'know, the gorgeous sexy red shirt is exactly what the orixa ordered.

I expect Certain People to be very appreciative when I get home.

You hear me, Certain People?