Gold Affair Part 3

A while back my yoga teaching told me about the importance of bathing yourself in the light of 'Goddess Hour'.

Meaning those first rays of early morning light.

Yoga's pretty much defunct for me at the minute. I won't lie to you, but

 I like nothing better than to wake up in the morning, trot to

Flora's Atelier and see the Goddess Hour's sun's rays shining on a Flora.

 In the spirit of 'less is more', I down-sized some stars
on C's headpiece.

C's headpiece now looks like this. 

 Pretty much everything in the house presently has some

grain of gold glitter aboard.

The dogs included.

Even a bit in my nostrils and ears.

Never mind smelling of perfume, I would be

a hard women to have an extra-marital affair with.

 There'd be fibres and feathers abound, too.
And you'd have glittery cheeks.

 I've out-sourced the making of the Gold Party frock.

It's a pool of lop-sided molten Midas touch, all right.

And I'll accessorise accordingly.

Thank you C, you did a lovely job.

It started with this young person's pattern.

 Who would have thought?

Mr Fascinata has a matching  'kerchief'.

He has made me tack-stitch it into his pocket, because he likes

to have all bases covered.

No wardrobe malfunction included.

Vogue Australia is lovely this month.

Finally, some sense.

Fashion as Art. An over-riding theme.

Thank you very much.

I recommend you buy a copy, even if you usually don't.

It's a keeper.