the next day. I awoke with a familiar gnawing feeling in my gut.
I frantically scanned my thoughts in a desperate bid to discover which one of them was causing the gnawing.
And then I realised. Yes, it was The Blank Rectangle! Hurrah!
I hopped out of bed & without giving thought to my morning cup of 'Twinings Afternoon Tea flavour tea, I scampered to the computer, clicked on to Blogger's 'New Post' & then clicked 'Add Photos'.
I waited in breathless anticipation. An Eternity of Seconds ticked by. And then a Blank Rectangle appeared. My heart sank. Who would look at my blog now if there were no photos? I lamely asked.
And then......and then, the photo above appeared.
I Am Saved. Hallelujah!
Here are the photos minus the Dark Brown Pudding one I asked you to imagine in my last post.
I hope I have done justice to your Imagination. I think that unlikely.
The first one was taken by my friend Dark Star Maud after a wonderful Holiday Lunch yesterday in Newtown which is suburb chock-a-block full of graffiti.
I totally love Graffiti. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a Lawbreaker although I did find myself secretly texting yesterday while I was stopped at the lights in my car. I couldn't help it. I was under the spell of the Texting Fairy. Or should I call her the SMS Fairy? I wonder what The Correct Term is?
As I said earlier, I'm wearing Guilt Black. From top to toe. All thrifted from 'BednobsEtc'. And, may I say, All Designer Brands but you'd never know it.
1. Agnes B lambswool turtleneck. I totally marvel at the word Turtleneck. It's fabulous & completely appropriate when referring to My Neck.
2. Zimmerman lacy skirt. Luckily I had Black 'Jeggings' on underneath. At least that's what they were called on the label at 'K-Mart'. Another great term.
3. Anne Klein Mules. Yet Another great term.
4. Toy Silver Heart which cozily protects my own Bleeding Heart.
Here's the next photo I previously asked you to imagine. I bet it's nothing like what you thought because I omitted to tell you that the owner of the car had artfully placed a scary Halloween (or is it a Nasty Politician?) style mask on the headrest. The dog doesn't seem too frightened. Only probably a bit annoyed that he's yet again left in the car.
no one had died in it before me. My only concern is that it has a Blouson waist which always has a tendency to make me look Blousy. Slightly Slutty, Yes, but Blousy, Never.