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.

 



Fancy Feet

I've waited twenty years for these fancy feet; a total of four

in the new bathroom, two pictured as above.

 My old atelier, if you've been paying attention.

 

 Here's the bathroom work in progress.

You can agonise over colour all you like.

But frankly, I can't move on from black and white.

 

That renovation could be the most grown-up thing I have ever done.

Apart, from marrying Mr Fascinata.

Since I am now old enough to 'know better'.

And under this influence, I went down to Jimmy's Tattoo and got inked, too.

I know, I am as shocked as you are!

Maybe, I'll regret it.

I'll look forward to you letting me know.

Here's the little camellia under mesh hosiery.

I'll do a full reveal soon.

 

I would recommend Jimmy from Jimmy's Tattoo.

He listens to you. He's flexible. He'll do a goblin ripping

your arm's bicep muscle apart, or a Chanel camellia.

Your call.

He is very polite.

 

Vogue Australia is lovely this month. But, frankly it irks me that they are

going on about being the first issue for 2014!

I haven't had time to digest December's frippery yet.

Anyone agree?

 Any plans for lying around on banana lounges?
As Vogue suggests?

What are your holiday plans?

 

 I'm popping in to The Hat Box this week to man the show.

Wednesday and Thursday.

In the Brisbane Arcade.

Drop in if you need some lovely tonsure elegance.

In sad news, we farewelled my chalkface teacher aide yesterday.

I will miss K.

She can read minds and make good of any garbled note I leave her.

A handful of watermelons makes perfect sense.

She accepts text messages with last minute notes, and has a no-nonsense approach.

She stops at nothing. At her own farewell she made a video for each guest, detailing

what she loves best about them. I know.

She's revisited Auslan this year (she learnt signed English a little at school) and recently contacted via Facebook an

old friend (who is Deaf), I asked if she messaged her, she said back casually, 'Yes, I made a video of me

talking (in Auslan) and sent it. Took me a while, but I did it.'

I asked what her friend thought, she said, 'she cried'.

We will miss you, K.

 And your handiwork.