The other day I had a client who said to me, "Please make me pretty again." I stood there looking at her with a blank face. Before she'd even said anything, I thought to myself how stunning she was. Long, dark, almost black hair, soft, dewy chocolate eyes with thick black lashes, and naturally rich, full, fuchsia lips. Her skin was smooth and pale. Honestly, a natural beauty. She'd just celebrated her 33rd birthday the week before. She continued saying that her skin was beginning
Updated April 21, 2016 at 03:05 PM by hand in glove
Well, first off, I'm watching The Omen (1976). I've seen it many, many times, but for some reason, I've just discovered how truly handsome Gregory Peck is in this movie. He was 60 years young and, physically, a picture of the perfect gentleman. I think I will watch To Kill A Mockingbird again soon.
Not sure how old he was in this photo. Obviously young. But, very distinguished. There are but a few men like this these days,
A sleepless night
Beautiful moonlit sky
Though shadows embrace
As I fight to break free
Flee to the car
Speeding against the howling wind
And the ghost of you
Smiles as danger
Liquid dreams flow
Mercury rises slow
As the morning dew
Wet against my ankles
Is cold and crippling
In the park where you left me
A basket full of treats
For you to keep...
Updated February 16, 2016 at 10:19 AM by hand in glove
I spent the night with a friend last night and to my surprise this morning I woke up to this person standing over me and laughing.
"What's so damn funny? Other than the obvious..."
E: "I was listening to your end of a conversation."
"What conversation? My God it's bright in this room..."
E: "Well, apparently this person knows his lines quite well but can't act to save his life. You're not sure if he's the
So, Christmas this year for me meant time to relax. I shopped a total of two hours the whole season - if that. I bought my mom a beautiful Mother of Pearl moon shaped pendant necklace (she's always referring to herself as a moon child, so...) a bottle of Chanel No. 5, and a few other odds and ends. I received many lotions, candles, essential oils, a pair of really comfortable pajamas, etc., etc.
It was nice.
Last night I gave my cats their stockings. This happens
I used to be excited by birthdays. I used to think they were important because, without them, the people I love wouldn't be here, so I usually celebrate their big day. But, I don't feel well today. And I wish I had just stayed in bed. Older isn't always better.
"May the lines sag, may the lines sag heavy and deep tonight"
This says a lot about who Madonna is as a person. How truly sweet and sensitive she is. I know she's not very popular on here, but I love her and this brought me to tears. I wanted to share it, but keep it here in my blog as a favorite, too.
I've been a fan since 1982. When I was twelve I used to dress up in the classic Starlight outfit and sing her songs to anyone who visited our house and who would listen. It drove my
It is hard to believe that my little Alex is 11 years old. I remember the day I adopted him. He was sitting in between his two sisters just staring at me. Love at first sight for both of us! I picked him up and took him straight home. He was only six weeks old.
When Alex was about seven months old, he started having terrible coughing spells. It really scared the hell out of me, as it would anyone, of course. I took him to the vet and he was diagnosed with feline asthma. The vet
Lately, I have had very little interest in anything. There is a reason. Many reasons, actually, but none that I care to discuss here. All I can say is, this has affected my life profoundly. My personal life as well as my work life. Luckily, I don't really have a boss that I have to answer to. I work as an independent contractor; my clients are my own, but with that, I still have to show up and do well. It's not easy at the moment, and even though I do feel a little better these days, I am
Updated November 4, 2015 at 12:19 AM by hand in glove
My uncle was a police officer. He was in the military for many many years before that. To this day I can say that I've never met anyone so kind and loving and helpful to others. He was a quiet man, quite reflective, and when he did share his thoughts, you knew he was speaking from his heart. Never once did I see him raise his hand in violence or even raise his voice in front of his children. I was very close to him. We had a silent understanding of sorts. My mother used to tell me how, as
Updated November 17, 2015 at 04:51 AM by hand in glove