Where have my ears been?
I am in Love.
So, I thank you sweetheart.
Plus, I'm pretty much in love with her face, fringe and knitwear too.
A voice not too dissimilar to Nico's, but something softer...and her lyrics...*sigh*
Listen to 'Like Never Before' and find yourself in a stream lined, supple place of simplicity.
Shells, shores, sea.
"Nothing to laugh at, just happy to be
race you to the shore
I'm sure I'll get there long before
you do"
I needed a guiding light. Today is gray. Off to the counter to sell some expensive dresses to someone, seek to deter theft and shimmy up wooden stairs in the mild hope my bottom might resemble Joanie's from Mad men (my dresses are like hers, so I like to pretend. It helps the day go faster).
My dream woman.
Indeed. If only I had the pneumatic baps to go with the dress, I would be swellin in all the right places. My superhot and incredibly lovesome friend/LAD Kath told me that in a Mad men's world I would be more of a 'beautiful Betty'. This consoled me. If I could not be high priestess Joanie, at least I could be a Bett's. I better get on then with losing those 5 stones, otherwise I'm never gonna get into those riding trousers.
By the way hot Kath...you *are* my Joanie.
Teeccino.
Did I mention my new hot beverage affair of the gullet?
No?
Well...here it is.
Teeccino.
The lad over the pond sent me some (as requested-whip in hand) for Christmas.
Coffee?
YES! But no.
It's a no caffeine coffee *ssshhhhhh* substitute
Dirty words in the real coffee drinkers ear, I know.
BUT
get ready to be un-offended. Dis-offended? I don't know. You get it.
It really does taste like coffee. OK, so it's not spot on. How could it be? It's not coffee. But then again it is.
It's a shame that at the moment I can only find it across the sea. The vast Teeccino dividing Ocean. BUT, if there is any sense to the world (which I mostly end up thinking there is not, or none rather) then this coffee sub will be in our marketplace asap. It's made of good stuff too. Which helps.
very small bag of Teeccino
Try it and see!
*Ding* (bleached teeth smile as I hold the packet up to the side of my face with perfectly manicured fingers. Someone else's fingers actually. I watched a too long documentary not so long ago about hand models. It's incredible just how careful these people have to be with their hands. They basically just have to go around with their hands shoved in their pockets all day. When they do use them, they have to rent someone elses hands to do whatever it is they need doing- so, in fact, they never *do* end up using them. Perfect!
My hands or yours?
Yours?
OK. Let's go.
(My hands are too pink, worn and cold. Chipped nail polish and a few torn cuticles. There's a nice thought to have with your tea).
I have some new illustrations I have been "working" on.
I'll scan em in soon. They are a continuation on the 'Stains on my face' series.
February here. Knocking at our windows with an illusive promise of Spring on the way.
I am sure you feel it too. I cannot wait to go out in a cardigan, and then, later on, just a T shirt. brown shoulder blades and freckles on noses and Roses!O Roses...
Sun, warmth, parks and grass and dogs off leads, stealing our sandwiches (I say our, but I mean yours...I am much too good at hiding mine from hungry dogs, or else I ate it in a flash gordon).
Barefeet
waking me up with a lightbeam.
I'm off to Paris next week. Just myself, and I. Having a time with some wine.
Until tomorrow.
L
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