So, relaxing in hot water with bubbles and herbs and luscious wasteful soaps and oils; one that's all flowery and sweet from Priestess Pammy's in Glastonbury, one that's handmade organic sea-mineral enhanced and ever so blue from Green Man. Blue is good. Now my skin is soft and supple, my body is smooth with scented oil (with a bit of the old Teena Sparkle thrown in for good measure...) and then I put on a tatty old tee-shirt and jeans and shove my hair in a pineapple-meets-fraggle style pony tail cos I have lots of dull work to do including cleaning out a fridge of high rancidness. But who cares? These clothes are scruffy but beneath them, I'm a goddess of lurve.
Sometimes it's tough, but on the whole, I love being a girl!
Sometimes it's tough, but on the whole, I love being a girl!
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Date: 2005-09-21 10:59 am (UTC)What a great description!
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Date: 2005-09-21 11:28 am (UTC)Dream, Dream, Dreamm...
Date: 2005-09-21 12:59 pm (UTC)Write this on your tombstone.
Then point to it and laugh whilst skipping away over the dasies.
You are always a goddess of lurve darling girl.
Tombstone?
Date: 2005-09-21 02:03 pm (UTC)Re: Tombstone?
Date: 2005-09-21 02:18 pm (UTC)Sometimes even a lump of carven marble can be ironic.
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Date: 2005-09-21 02:53 pm (UTC)Re: Tombstone?
Date: 2005-09-21 03:00 pm (UTC)There will be dancing, and honeyed coffee brewed over a fire of fragrant woods whilst all around many happy chums relax on carpets strewn over the sand.
Ah, but my dear, I shall have eyes only for you...
Perhaps we can plant watermelons too. I like watermelons...
(Skelp) The Fruit you dirty minded people, the FROOOT
Still trying to work out why the idea of a place in need of irony immediately conjured up scenes of ancient Persia. Best guess I have is that contemporary Persia _really_ needs a good dose of perspective.