Kindness and a Beautiful Face

 I've had all sorts of things on.

I've had incoming correspondence for my Birthday.

That poodle card and its permutations has been addressed to me many times over.

I would be lying if I said I didn't love it.

Can't imagine why.

You might want to click away now if you are looking for what drew you

to me in the first place.

It's hardly here for the minute.

No fashioning floras, no time for such frippery.

 Sorry, people. I will resume normal transmission soon.

I've been to Cartier's festive soiree.

I'm telling you. Buy your ring there. You get a conscious-free diamond

and a life-time string of invites back for free nights out.

It is a treat. Just remember to behave.

 Cartier's little floral Christmas trees were lovely.

 I wore the aforementioned scarf around my tonsure.

I am determined to smash the cost per wear equation.

 Mr Fascinata has put up a semblance of Christmas spirit on the front patio.

 We've had a couple of al fresco'ish nibbles.

The tree's up.

 I've eaten through numerous cakes, cheese and other while

doing copious amounts of chalkface paperwork.

 We've taken the Frenchie to his Christmas get together.
Courtesy of the Queensland French Bulldog Club.

In the words of Oscar Wild, 'It's the only club that Mr Fascinata will be a part of that accepts him'.

 I've frocked up with feathers and a cocktail headpiece for a Birthday 'do.

 But, the most pressing news is the 'completely hand-sewn six years

in the making' Victorian era patchwork bed cover is almost complete!

Thank you to the chalkface's Teacher Aide, S.

S has the most beautiful face in the world.

Because she is so kind.

 Look at it!

I could hardly believe my eyes when she brought it back after a weekend.

In one whole piece!

 It is no longer many little hexagons.

 Here's the workers toiling away back in the olden days.
We are so thrilled to have it nearly finished.
We are grateful for.

Stay excited.