Tiaras, Crowns and Halos

Sunday, December 23, 2007
Current mood: sassy

Mes amours.....

It is the middle of the night and all is quiet in Duck Towers.

I am suffering from insomnia again for one or other reason. Christmas is slowly creeping up on us and I've been working flat out in the studio and the gallery. GalleryBoss is driving me round the bend with constant remarks about things she does wrong herself. She probably doesn't realize she's doing it but when the blood sugar levels are running low and I have scissors in my hand to curl the umpteenth ribbon with, it is probably not the wisest of ideas…
Only Christmas Eve to go now and then it's (sings like a young Madonna) "Holida-ayy… Celebra-ate…" I like working in the gallery on Christmas eve… It is "desperate man day": you can tell by the way they come storming in, eyes wild with panic as they cannot find that special present for she who shall refuse sexual favours if The Present is Wrong. They also left it too late, again! It is then an act of almost Mother-Theresa-like proportions to sell them something expensive, a role I play to perfection by now almost developing a halo as we speak!

Yesterday I was wrapping a gaudy mug for a Mum – sorry, crazy designer pottery in outrageous colours – whilst Dad and his young Boy were looking on. Dad, relieved that he didn't have to wrap that awkward thing and the Boy fascinated by the whole process; the Boy asked if he could then put it under the tree and Dad said it might not be a good idea as little Mutley, the new pup, had decided that the presents were his new chewy toys… My cartoon mind kicked into gear and I chuckled. This made the Boy ask me if I had a tree? I told him I hadn't. "You are leaving it a bit late" he frowned "It's Christmas in 2 days"…
"But he will still bring you presents, you know! He'll just leave them in your stocking!..."
Aaaah, bless! Little did the boy know my stockings are of the saucy variety that might cause some problems for F. Christmas re-entering that chimney. Oo-er, carry on, Vixen! I then told the boy – made it up as I was going – that as I was alone over Christmas I had decided not to have a tree and give the money intended, to charity or carol singers or the beggar outside Sainsbury's, whatever took my fancy. The Boy looked at me approvingly and then replied he really liked that idea. My halo grew a little bit; it'll be a proper tiara like the pope next! Now, I'm morally obliged to do that! So some poor beggar will have a bit of a pleasant shock having 20 squids pushed in his hands in the next couple of days. I liked that little boy. He was amazed at my ribbon curling capacities as well! Little joys like that make my day.

And now for something completely different. My Space hit counter passed the 5000 mark last week!... I wish there was a way to determine who nr. 5000 was, I would send them a special Christmas present.
Who'd have thought last year this time it would take off like this? I sat there, at mum and dad's, trying to learn how to breathe again, bored out of my skull - life as I knew it, finished! So… ah, yes, MySpace... why not start a blog on that? Vent my spleen a bit about ExBoy, offload my frustrations. The thing had been set up about 8 months before but not played properly. And I started and never looked back. Only waiting for that publisher now to offer me a 5 figure advance on the rights. Hell, I will throw in the juicy bits for 6 figures and a share …and believe me, I can write a juicy story or 2 (grins widely). You however, will have to buy the book! Kerching! (hums the tune to Pink Floyd's Money)
Last summer, I bought myself the digital camera and because it was raining I was "forced" (grins wider) to take pics of my shoes to get familiar with working the thing. That's also when the headless avatar pic went up. Proved to be quite a hit! My popularity soared to high heaven after that, from Mouse to Minx overnight!

I have now befriended and met people I would have never known existed. Men give me their mobile numbers hoping for an audience and I have a direct line to Barry White! I kid you not! It can be as fabulous as that! It can also be a bit mucky... but there's always the block/ delete/ obliterate button. "Off with their heads!"
MySpazz' alter ego is taking on a life of her own. I am quite the little queen of MyPage; jesters, acolytes, admirers, musicians, artists et all, and thoroughly enjoying my court and reign.

I had to pick up a lot of pieces since last year and I think I'm slowly getting there. Not quite there yet, lost too much in a flash but I will do it, rest assured. The best thing about being damaged is that you know you can survive. There's a strange fulfillment and strength in that.

So on the eve of Christmas, I would like to thank you all for your attention lavished on Moi and I hope I entertained you a bit along the way. Couldn't have done it without you! (spits on halo to give it a quick polish and shoves it back, a bit skewiff for coolness).
Now let the festivities officially start today. I promise to keep you updated. (blesses her public benevolently)

Be good! Fat man around the corner threatening with presents… ! As I was a very good girl, I do hope Santa found his way to ye 5" killer heels shoe shoppe or the LaPerla website. One can dream, can't One? George Clooney with a bow (like in decorative, not Robin Hood!) wouldn't go amiss either...

Have a good Sunday. Me is going to try and get a bit more sleep. Mwuah, mwuah!

Currently listening: A Star Is Born by Judy Garland