
This is my sister with my baby (it looks like me because she's wearing Lincoln Park after Dark)We're all a bit sad at the
Fuchsiadome right now because my sister has not only left the building, she's left the country. Her whistle stop tour of the Antipodes went far too fast. I've had so many excellent holidays with her in exotic locales like Dubai,
Hong Kong, and London but she's good company even if you're just foraging for groceries in a suburban shopping centre. Speaking of which, in a weird Through-the-Looking-Glass Way, I now get ridiculously excited if I see this sign:

I know. I don't know who I am anymore either. So I try to embrace the Familiar. Like leopard print. Always comforting.

And accessories. Always soothing. This necklace has become a favourite. I got it dirt cheap from a little boutique across the road from where I like to eat brunch. It was
dead set inexpensive. The
polish is Plum Luck by Sally Hansen. The good news is that it hardly ever chips! A reader sent it to me from America last year, and I cannot recommend it highly enough. Run Don't Walk People.

It's still cold so I'm embracing
Faux Fur. Made from little Nylon and Polyester
Fauxs.

And I'm still doing brunch. Because I like routine.


This is going to be a week of Goodbyes, because Ole Amber's leaving for Honkers soon too. I hate and loathe Goodbyes.
Stay Warm.
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