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.
The back of her business card does not lie.
Aspire + Astonish + Astound.
