Foolish Consistency is the Hobgoblin of Little Minds

The Spiritual Red Carpet.

It's a day after The Oscars & I'm still on The Red Carpet. At least Mentally, if not Spiritually.

Oooo.....I DO like the idea of a Spiritual Red Carpet.

What would be at the end of it, I wonder?

Certainly Not the 82nd Academy Awards at the Kodak Theatre which I haven't really bothered to watch even though its desperately waiting for me inside my Magic Cable TV Box.

All I've done so far is to trawl through Acres of Red Carpet.

Dull dull dull... until about five minutes ago when Colin Firth, who shouldn't be allowed to play any other role except for Mr Darcy said to Arch Brown Noser Ryan Seafoam that a 'foolish consistency is the Hobgoblin of Little Minds'.

I was gobsmacked, not having heard that wonderful saying in perhaps years. I must must start using it again. All the time.

In fact, I thought Colin's statement provided the Perfect Commentary for the Red Carpet.

Everyone except for the men all wore Trains. Wouldn't Queen Mary (the Dead Pearl-Wearing Monarch not the huge luxury liner that's just been in Sydney Harbour) be thrilled?

And all the Gowns are by the Usual Suspects - Marchesa, Chanel, Versace, , Michael Kors blah blah blah.

Yawn.

On sunday nite, I'm hosting my v. own birthday dinner for about three people where I'm going to wear my v. own Red Carpet Gown. Sadly, it doesn't have a train. And its NOT Armani Prive. But it has lots of sparkles.

Lopsided Lefthandedness.

Here's a close up of Today's Jewels. I bet they would go down a treat on The Red Carpet. I must grow up & stop this immediately.

I love anything Lop-Sided which I think is a reflection of my Lefthandedness. I'm not sure why.

Anyway, I made the necklace which you can only partly see.

Scarily Synced.

Lastly. Here's part of who I work with. The Other Sue, Princess Pip & Ernestina. I couldn't help but photograph them this morning before they got all hot & sweaty & dishevelled (it was boiling hot today. Like about 30 degrees) Obviously when each one of them got out of bed this morning, they were channelling each other. Luckily I wasn't.

Lastly Lastly.

I've got the screen paused on Jason Bateman & his Smug Wife looking happy & holding hands. Perhaps its just for the cameras.

I must v. soon hop into bed & close my eyes & imagine myself with someone who looks eerily like him. I will imagine us frolicking through the snow in Central Park & lovingly hurling snowballs at one other. Perhaps this will help me sleep