A note from the editor...

Hello!
Due to an unfortunate event, I'm without a computer at home at the moment, but shall endeavour to return to you all with some new concotion from my fantasy world asap.
Have a lovely week until then xoxo

An artist never really finishes his work, he merely abandons it.

Hi! So.
Please ignore the bloody awful sexism of the above quote - (by one Paul Vallery, the shcmuck!)... I love the quote, nonetheless.
I've received emails (EMAILS, folks), from followers of this blog... and they say that they'd appreciate to hear a little more of the actual facts of my life. The cheek of them!
So. Here you go.
I love art. I'm a dancer. Last time I cooked anything, I ended up in the freaking Burns Ward. I don't care for folks who do jobs they dislike... but I do jobs I dislike. I'm a complete contradiction in terms. I want a guy I can leap on, but I want him to ask me first ... blugh!! I want to wear heels all the time, but when I come home, I sit on the steps and take them off and berate myself that I ever bought them in the first place. I don't understand why I cant wear a feather headdress, daily - because I still want to be taken seriously. I don't like philosophers. But I also love them. I've been told to find a really quiet man. I did. Twice. It drove me to drink. I'd rather be loving it up in Byron or Noosa, 9 times out of 10. I was just taken to a new bar in Brisbane tonight - it was gorgeous... I love being shown/finding new things. Cher was at her best when she was with Sonny. Sorry, she was. Why do people have to get old and weird? I fear I'm in love with the world. I also fear that this blog may be my current 'best form of expression'. That scares me because I wonder what the hell I'm doing in my spare time. Bobby and I made another blog, here. Maybe because we both have an interest in mythology and had no one to pash at the time. This may be a terrible post; an absolutely vomit worthy sharing, which you all wish I'd kept in the can of my heart. But.... that's this Doll. Tonight. Write back, Please!

Friday

Ghosts.

Alexandra Sophie

Once in a blue moon I'm completely unable to resist the temptation to watch a really scary movie. Like, a really, really scary one; one with nasty ghosts in it. I was talking about the macabre with my friend James recently and he confessed that he also got a sick kick out of scaring the hell out of himself with a movie. We both suffer for it afterwards when we are too scared to go upstairs/downstairs or turn the lights off, and every noise is heightened and almost certainly a monster ghost come to get you. Mum also used to tell me that she had eyes in the back of her head - that didn't help my creepy fascination at all. She used to stand with her back to me, but in front of the oven so she could see me reflected in the glass, and would then proceed to tell me exactly what I was doing. Scared the bananas out of me.

The List Maker.

Browsing through UK Elle this morning and found an article on the power of the list. My first reaction was "What?? Someone has been published in Elle with an article on lists??" and just because that had me charging round the bedroom in consternation, I sat back down and read it.
Turns out it's pretty sweet. We focus better when we have a list to work through - small things and 'life' things. And it directed me to this site: 43 Things - the world's largest goal-setting community. Click on zeitgeist for all these awesome little stories of different goals people have had and how they made them happen in their lives - and how long they took. Sweet-as.

Hermes Window, Collins St Melbourne.

Meet 'Sophia'

My gorgeous sis Dominique, on her new Vespa 'Sophia' which we bought today. They are both so cute!!