Recent Musings. . .

I was not one of those girls who always wanted to be a movie star, much to the frustration of my favorite aunt, who was an agent. She was so cool in my book, single, always drunk, fabulously elegant and very dramatic. A career woman before it was considered acceptable, she had a knack for charming people to death and then getting what she wanted.  All in all, a great role model. She would drag me to her very girlie vanity, drape me in her outrageous jewelry, pin up my hair, and proceed to make me up. Her cigarette dangled from her lips, her scotch glass tinkled in my ears, and she layered on the makeup. I always ended up looking like what my father called a “tart.” She was partial to the rouge circles on the apples of my cheeks, a throwback to her own childhood dreams of being Shirley Temple. She’d break out the show tunes and trot me out in front of her theatre friends, cooing at what a beauty I was, and how tragic I was so shy because I had the face of a star. Whenever I feel bored with myself, I try to see what she did, even if she was always crocked. And oh, those cherry red cheeks…

Above skateboard by the wonderful House of Tears Design, who designed this site…