The washing line has blown down again and the wet hem of my nice new dress is gently sifting through black dust. I sit. Waiting for something to happen to me. I need red wine and Edith Piaf to become decently maudlin. And there's the rub, cos that combo would cheer me up and then I'd have nothing to feel maudlin about. Except... it's my creeping sense that dressing up and donning rollerskates just ain't gonna cut it anymore. (Sigh)
And of course that is Miss 0058 pictured from the Albany History Collection!
ReplyDeleteI thought it was YOU!
ReplyDeleteThat's pretty much how I am feeling Sarah. Absolutely over everything. Must be the moon....
ReplyDeletePS Welcome to the 'middle age'.
ReplyDeleteDo they have any good roller derby movies at Blockbuster?
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