No I Don't Have a Gun

"Smile love, it might never 'appen."
I've been looking like a stony-faced bitch lately.
It's a new-ish look, one I'm cultivating against my will.
But I can stare down 12-year-old doctors, nurses, allied health workers et al and have them shitting their pants in seconds.
Quite handy when one's family is at the mercy of medicos who have a life after work.

Blond bob with cupid bow lips + double-bagging = don't mess with.
1930s silk nightie - Etsy1920s men's tail coat - Pop Up VintageBrooch - gift made by Helga-liciousShoes and 1950s handbag - flea marketsGreen plane earrings, sunnies, 1970s beaded bag, rings, necklaces - op shops


And if a bitch-face doesn't do the trick, a nightie works wonders.
It causes so much confusion; a perfect stranger can forget their name, their sense of direction and question their sanity.

1930s black nightie, green cotton bed jacket - EtsyFloral granny bag, shoes, bangles, necklaces, rings and silk scarf - op shops and markets
A silk scarf tied high is much the same as a crown.
It demands a command performance from one's subjects.
Even Amelie has her moments.  I found this painting in Lifeline for five bucks.  Hard to believe it's actually a painting.  Her big brown eyes follow me around as I sit at my desk.

I managed to crack a smile just for you.
You're welcome.
Love D xoxox