Last week I discovered I'm older than Shirley Valentine. It was quite the shocker. But then, these things happen, I am not Dorian Gray and I don't have an ageing portrait of myself in the attic. Instead, I seem to be ageing spectacularly all over my neck.
I first saw Shirley Valentine, the play at The Everyman in Liverpool over 20 years ago, I have seen the film a million times, I just love her! I find her inspiring. Shirley also reminds me of my Mum, with her wit, her perm and her ultimate determination to live her life. Like Shirley, my Mum loves to travel and goes away with 'the girls' at least once a year. It is a sight-seeing, relaxing, party extravaganza. This year they are off to Benidorm.
My Mum no longer has a perm though, but then, neither would Shirley.
Like Shirley, I talk to the wall.
Don't I wall?
Inspiration truly has many faces,
I have a love of Drag
I love the transformation,
'When you become the image of your own imagination, it's the most powerful thing you could ever do' RuPaul
Sod sanitary products, these are the only wings I'm interested in
For those days when I can't be bothered,
and ladies, there are plenty of those,
I think of these gals
I can transform how I feel,
Eyebrows, lips and some hair and I always feel more me
I Love Latrice Royale
If I'm just going to the shop for some necessities,
it's important to me to maintain my standards
Secure the fakery down with every clip you can find,
it's a gusty day today,
this is pre-shopping hair
Miss Jinxx Monsoon
apres shopping hair,
thankfully it stayed on.
Eldest has naturally curly hair,
She grew beautiful coiled springs of golden hair at 18 months old,
of course she hated it as she grew older,
I suppose our relationship with our hair is a complicated one, like everything else we have to find our own peace with it.
my poor babies are having their 'special operation' tomorrow,
absolutely necessary, they are desperate now to venture outside
they are growing up so fast
(my hormones are driving me crazy, it takes one emotionally loaded TV advert and I'm face first weeping in tissues, baby mere-cats, kidnapped robots, anything sets me off)
before you go,
shall we have a cup of tea and a cherry and almond scone/rock cake/what on earth have I made?
Now, I leave you with a little Shirley
and I'll see you soon you Lovely lot!