Wednesday 16 March 2011

A weekend in Florence

Questo fine settimana sono andato a Firenze con il mio amico felino Ginevra.
Tuscany
                                          GELATO GELATO GELATO

your hair is in the way

Friday 4 March 2011

Pictures that take my fancy today

 photos like this make people assume Im a crazy cat Lady. Which I know Im not. Im more than happy with 2 cats I dont want anymore. Its hard enough getting cat hairs off my jackets with 2 cats- It wouldnt be possible with any more. I dont want to be scatty and covered in white cat hair.
But if it does happen and I end up alone with 100 cats then I want to look like the photo below- its great!!
But mine wouldnt be dolls it would be cats.
I dont like the big wooden puppet on the mans shoulder. I dont like how it leers over him. Im worried for the man but its nice he found a partner who shares his interests. I hope shes as passionate about the dolls as him.
                                                   This was in a shop window.
The rug is made out of all these pink petals so it looks like the tree above has shed its leaves onto the ground. Its not so clear in this photo (my camera is pretty awful). But I love bringing trees into the house. I love artifical plants and trees in the kitchen- it gives it an Italian restaurant feel. I saw a woman on 'come dine with me' have a tree with lights inside it by her dining table. so nice.

My Trip Down the Pink Carpet

                                                
 

Leslie Jordan in his one man show. what a great little man he is. He sauntered, he strutted, he swung those hips. His lifestory had me captive for the whole 90 minutes. He was brash and crude. He was saucy and rude. With his strong Tennesse accent and exaggerated facial expressions- I adore him!
It was actually quite an emotional show. I wasnt expecting it to be so heartfelt and so patriotic. As a gay man trying to express himself in Hollywood it was a real struggle for Leslie, back then it wasn't so easy to discuss sexuality. I hadnt really thought about this- about how hard it must have been. At the end of the show it was a real salute to gay men everywhere and I could feel the pride in the room.
Every so often Leslie would break into dance. He is a very short man (4ft 11) and just the sight of him jumping around like a jumping bean had me in fits of laughter. He is so hyper and yappy, like a jitterbig or a child after too much sugar. The gay anthems just made him dance- and he was quite the mover!
(I found the photo above online- opposed to taking it myself)

"The woman from my church had this baby and it looked like a pig. with its little frilly socks, you just didnt know what to say!"
"When I came down the stairs on christmas morning and saw that doll I just squatted on the floor and peed .I was so happy!"