from smut bookshelf to smutbox

The days of the smut bookshelf are gone.



The other day, my 7 year old daughter and her little friend decided to adorn themselves with kiddie makeup (pink features heavily) and pose glamorously on my bed. My daughter requested that I photograph them. I came into the room to see my tomboy girl posed elegantly on the bed in her jeans, fluffy pink dressing gown and goopy eyeshadow and lipstick, a book she'd picked up from the bed held all provocatively in her hands.



The book was Rachel Kramer Bussell's 'Naughty Spankings', carelessly left there by moi.



Can you say 'inapproriate'? Yikes!



So my daughter can read now. And it's occurring to me that it's time to remove my smut from view. She's not at a point where she'd go looking at adult books yet - at least, not if I don't leave them lying around under her nose.

So now they're in the purple box under the bed, in case you're looking. It's not a permanent solution, but it will do for now.

And at least I can stop worrying about my mother in law having a browse...