Pixie Dollhouse: Mother's Day

Hey all y'all! Q & A time! "Where are you now?" is always a popular question posted by you, my devotees. Where am I? Let me think...Oh my God, where am I? Oh, right. Of course. Right now I am hunting. I am in some place, with some people and I am hunting. That is clear. I am still unaware what these people have hired me to hunt, but it is extremely clear that whatever it is I am hunting, I am hunting it very well. Another thing I am currently unsure of is what I am required to do upon finding the unspecified creature. But I am prepared nevertheless to hug, wrestle, remove the teeth of, or even make an intervention on the creature the minute I am formally asked to. I am paid well for these skills. Hold on. Right now Benny is asking to be fed. More accurately, he is rapidly poking me while pointing a finger toward his mouth. "Benny," I am now answering him, "if you're hungry, there's lunchmeat in the refrigerator, but unfortunately you can't eat it right now because you're not actually hungry."

As I was saying, I will continue to hunt and I will continue to be successful. (Though I will never shoot anything because hunting is not good.) But what about you? Do you know what I find interesting, as you bombard me with questions about my life and what I am up to, is that you have yet to disclose anything about yourself and all of your great accomplishments. What have you been doing? While I've been making out like a globe-trotting Alfred B. Nobel incarnate, have you invented or revolutionized anything? Nothing? Seriously? Okay, I am going to close my eyes and count to twenty and when I open them if you're not holding an abacus or a cell microscope in your hand I am going to find out your address and-Wait. Excuse me. Benny is now crying. I must go.

Scattered fondness,
Dr. Doris Haggis-on-Whey

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Mother's Day

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Some long overdue pictures I meant to post after Mother's Day but completely forgot about...

Vintage 1960s dress with vintage leather belt (it was my mother's in
the late 70s and 80s).

My Grandma Margaret!

Three generations of women in my family: Mum, Grandma and I.
We're all the oldest female child of our generations.

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Older pictures, same outfit...
Evelyn and I at the launch of our friend's new spa, Kampong Fish Therapy.