|~ Here, There, or Anywhere? ~|
I can't begin to go There.
So I'll start Here.
|~ I'm so Post Minima now ~|
So let's just come out and say it.
I mean sometimes I can just glide across the river of deNile like nobody's business. Back and forth, back and forth.
|~ like it's tea time with the beautiful people ~|
Yeah, and I fit right in...
|~ Really? ~|
Nah, I don't think so. And I don't want to really. Yes, really. But this aging thing is a bitch. And no matter how feminist I (cl)aim to be, I can still go under over it.
Just when I reconcile/ adjust/ surrender to the fact of one thing, another thing comes along. And it is endless. Well, hah, not quite. It all ends when I do. And that is sobering. In a good way. Like the power of negative thinking. If you keep doing it to it's logical end, it becomes laughable in its petty ridiculousness.
|~ the Lady Steps Back to Regroup ~|
|~ And the Lady Takes Charge ~|
...of what she can. Like she's wearing the Petunia Dress made from a Tina Givens pattern, Constellation Knee Socks from Sox Dreams, and very, very old navy suede boots from who knows where.
|~ ah, yes you can see them here ~|
More about Post Minima another time. For now I'm dashing off to Patti's Not Dead Yet Style to meet up with the Visibles! Then to Cherie's Shoe and Tell. And Not Dressed As A Lamb's I will wear what I like extravaganza. So many parties, so little time...