Love Yourself Sick

 Mr Fascinata says to me with alarming frequency that, "I love myself sick".

Well, frankly, I do.

I am all for posing and good posture.

Checking myself out in mirrors.

Fashioning frippery.

There's no new vision board after New Year's Eve.

Just a pledge to keep doing so.

Loving myself sick.

Today, I paid myself $10, 000 just to get out of bed*.

If you are too young to understand that. You must Google* and add

Linda Evangelista.

I tippy-toed off to The Hat Box and its sartorial splendour.

It's creative genius.

For two days with Flora in-charge.

 I took 117 Selfies.

 Only self-fashioning Floras due to intellectual ownership.

 I am also outing my visage.

Prompted by a new hairdo.

That long brown horse tail is no more.

It's gone down the chute.

And, I would be lying if I said I missed it.

 

Stay lovely.

Thank-you dear, sweet blogging friends; you know who you are.

Looking forward to more in 2014.

And, Mimi, this table with a view has our name written on it.

Plus one seat for the little Diva.

The Room of Roses.

Somewhere else where you could love yourself sick.

Before I say, see you soon, if you are so inclined, check out Zoe Louisa's work in the Arts.

I recently met her and her mum, just briefly.

https://www.facebook.com/zoelouisamusic

The back of her business card does not lie.

Aspire + Astonish + Astound.‎