Last week I was Punk on Monday and had become a 90s Grunge kid by Friday. However, my fabled mother from a tower far above where the newspaper is delivered each morning and they have i-pads covered in white leather gave me a pink lipstick this evening. My style has changed substantially since then, and I have re-discovered my thrifted Chanel pearls and scarf's that I used to tie lovingly around my left wrist."What's this for?" enquired one Celeste, pulling it softly one day. "A lead?"
"No my dear." I replied, and drifted off enigmatically.
My old blog no longer recognises me, probably having the same problem many do as working out what colour my hair is. It is red, as we speak, because Amelia Pond has red hair. So, as my style morphs into Knitted-Chic, I will rest my eyes and ponder my purchase of orange lipstick. Orange, because that's the colour of a classic Penguin Classic. It's true that I am more likely to find my nose in a Green Penguin, as Mysteries are a source of Great Comfort Reading for me, but Green Lipstick is not for me, not this year. I did like http://niceandshiny.blogspot.com/ 's green dip-dyed hair, but with mine I think I would be getting a rather unwanted Christmas effect.
And now, Adieu, to sleep and dream of Bolsheviks and English Soup.
xx Nico
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