Afternoon blogging, what a deee-lite! I finally worked today–for the first time since November. I NEEDED IT. A random old feller kept calling me a “doll”, and asked me if I was from “the dollhouse”. What is he talking about, some kind of whorehouse? I wondered, but just told him no, I was not from “the dollhouse”. Note: I was wearing subdued black slacks and this shirt today–not that possibly whorey-looking paisley dress in the above photo. Of course, I was wearing a push-up bra. Maybe that was whorey? The girls need support!

If you are emotionally stable enough to sit through a Lars Von Trier film, let me suggest “Melancholia”. It’s excellent–but definitely should come with a warning to depressives that it may trigger depressive thought. Poor ol’ Lars came up with the idea for the movie during his own treatment for depression, and Kirsten Dunst plays a woman whose life is so destroyed by depression that the only thing that lifts her spirits is the end of the world. The beginning of the movie is absolutely stunning. I hadn’t seen a Lars Von Trier film since “Antichrist”, and that one nearly flattened me. His films are not for everyone.

On the bright side, look at this happy little peace magnet I made!

Texting with the Broad. Mine are in green.

Speaking of old, winter sure is getting OLD. I realize I shouldn’t whine so much, as 30 degrees is not nearly as cold as it is in other places, but…but…this Raynaud’s is killing me! My in-laws kindly bought me a sack full of hand and foot warmers for Christmas, but the problem is the hand warmers only warm up the palm of my hand when I slip them into my gloves. My fingertips are still like ice! The Boy suggested I buy mittens…mittens! What am I, eight? (yes)

Current painting. I’m glittering up the purple design, then it’s going in the Etsy shop. Up next? I’m thinking it’s time for me to paint a skateboarder. Somebody from the sexy age of skateboarding, the 70s. With long hair, or a crazy Afro. And a psychedelic rainbow background! It’s mostly in my head; now I just need to paint it.

My loverly false eyelash collection, just chilling on the bed the other day. I usually lack the discipline to put on false eyelashes for self-portrait sessions–I usually need an event to go to. Like Hedwig next week! Purr-fect.

Happy Friday, friends! I am going to be doing whatever it is Poors do on the weekend–watching Netflix, I suppose. Not eating out. Not thrifting. I feel like I’m on the verge of a cold–time to start guzzling emergenC!