No photos except one taken 50 years ago. But always there's one pest that looks and finds out about my secret life as an artist's model with all that entails.
Thanks Jayne I'm sure I'll be able to find a way to repay the favour.
I miss the Bohemian life, Absinthe, mad artists, passionate sex (I wish I could remember sex) and wild dancing on re-enforced table tops. That damn water was cold though and I'm sure pretty lights weren't the only things floating in it. Chopped my hair short but still have the Big A. I wonder if it still glitters in the light of the full moon when I dance to the call of the Goddess.
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Yay!
The more glittery arse, the more frivolity to be had.
That's my excuse for my 6 axe-handle wide derriere ;)
Love it.
Huge smiles - and thank you to both of you.
The only way you'll know for sure is to have someone watch you dance in the full moon light.
Love the picture :)
thanks for another joyous post Miz Coppy bless your scaly gold backside and that Merman you can see on the horizon.
Jayne, we are the sole reason for self opening doors, people should thank us.
EC, oh, for the days before selfies.
River, wonderful idea but Tom Mison is busy in Sleepy Hollow.
Annie O, Merman? Remember my age, I'm watching for the Titanic.
I pondered a few possible comments, but then thought of the consequences.
Age and experience have taught me when to shut up.
Robbert, Age brings wisdom and no broken legs.
The fish dearest? What about the fish?
Bless you my little plum drops, but the fish worship me as they do all large shiny objects in the ocean.
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