January 31, 2017
Hey, it's me. The Fourth Horsewoman of the Apocalypse. Onwards, we ride.
A rare Monday post! I had to sacrifice my weekly tele-work day for a Big Important Meeting.
Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra. Vanessa, her arms wide.
"They've got a cherry pie there that'll kill ya."
Yet another one of my 7,000 lace dresses. Featuring my new self-inflicted haircut, which is 8 inches shorter. Yes, I've been cutting my own hair for about 20 years now, and no, I won't cut yours.
Witchy woman up top, wizarding woman down below. Wait, what?
This necklace travelled all the way from the Stratford Festival Theatre Store, courtesy of my good friend Bruce Barber, Handsome Author Extraordinaire. Get me to a nunnery.
Thus begins the New Year, and my short week as acting Boss Lady. I picked this silk blouse to contrast with my stern chignon. No, it's not a bun. C'est un chignon. Pronounced properly en français.
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