A Day..

It's a Sunday evening and I'm not on the beach.




Maybe I should clean my dressing table mirror?

Yellow, Yellow, She Kissed a Fellow.

An Incomplete yellow painting....


"How many kisses did she give?
Enough to wish for more.
Enough to wish she never did."


Let's blame it on the Easter Season but this Yellow Lady with bleached white hair in a short boy cut completely describes my moment.

If I am religious I am to believe that Easter is a season of transformation after a season of sacrifice.

I didn't sacrifice much of anything this season. If anything I drank more than I did at carnival.

But other things did happen in my little quite world of silent excitement, not short of 'girlish fun' and lady-like trouble. And my Yellow Lady is the first to be resurrected from it.