To be as you are

Dearest you,

It sounds easy buy it’s not. Today I won’t give you philosophical trimmings. I vow, I think my head aches madly, but here I am sitting in my writing room wondering however should I look in my portraits for my next 4 books

I have waited for my hats for months et finally I opened the box and stood on the floor, confused as heck.

I am not in the mood.

I think when it comes to doing books, I have used all of my creativity. So when I have yet 20-39 shots with photography I simply Quit.

Ferrie is absolutely good at putting me together. Milly will absolutely look at me and laugh, “you are definitely in the wrong era beau peep!”
I laugh about it because I am as different as you come. But I have accepted my style, as I don’t want photographs that are very common.

Meaning, I want hats made, frocks made, tulle, pearls.
Et hence A million dollars later ….A bloddy portrait.

By the way can you tell I love those emojis, like mad.
So I’m sipping tea, with my head aching et my anxiety of the charts today. I cannot do a thing.
Literally. Forget about making me look beautiful, it ain’t happening people, oh heckkkk no!

I hope your day is nØT as aching as mine, I feel like whenever I go out into the world, it’s a lot of stimulation for moi. I was born to live in the glass house, world. I am 99,9 percent sure no one can relate to this!

So on with this hurrah!

My art portrait, was made by

darling Ferrie, the love of my fashion sense, my bestest friend, the most logical human I’d ever met, made this for me et I think it ever so, well it often reminds me of the Jackie O that most women aspire to be. Probably not all, women like looking scandalous but you are you. But, so but, my Ferrie can make me look très chic in no time.

“oh Ferrie I j’adore you, like soooo much, please make your Maman look like coco Chanel athliered moi!”

Fortunately she accepts a cup of my tea et a cookie as bribery. It works. I cannot afford to Bribe Milly, she may want my car
Well they shall all hate on me when they see that expression of love. They say she’s my favorite, but she’s my first child, so hallo people get with it, like yah!

Well your style is yours, oui mademoiselle, être toi.