once upon a time, christmas for me didn't mean endless shopping or tacky christmas parties or making lists for santa, it meant one thing: THE NUTCRACKER. in fact my collective memory of childhood christmas is pretty much a blur of party scenes, giant mouse heads and tychovski.
anyway, i thought i'd paint a ballerina today since i'm feeling sentimental about all the wonderful excitement of the nutcracker christmases of my past (for any of your hardcore ballet fans out there, yes i know thats a swan, not a sugarplum, relax) and also because i really REALLY want to go see black swan. it is a travesty that i have not seen it yet. it is at the top of my priority list right now.
hello. i am here to scold you. you see, on christmas, as in every day of our modern lives, there is much emphasis on giving and getting but very little focus on the ritual of thanks and reflectio...
jemima lepooch would like to say happy friday and don't forget to shake your tail feather this weekend. or at least shake your foley+corina ostrich and lace swing dress. (she also says, don't worry...