This blog was written for a dating website.
While the water in the living room fountain babbles pleasantly, I ponder a subject. Actually, almost everything has already been written about this dating thing.
There seems to be almost nothing left to add.
A blog by Lapaula can of course only be about fairy tales, I've read once. Whether it's true or not, I took it as a compliment. Fairy tales or not, I know the truth.
Always nice to reread my blogs.
Life is quite a party, isn't it?!?! Don't forget to hang up a new garland now and then!
Is it wrong that I still think back to past loves? What does that say?
My blog almost started with 'once there was a memory' anyway, the non-fairy tale, because it's all true.
The pond with the fish. The fisherman. Shed skin. And much more.
Moroccan lamps, incense, candlelight, glasses of wine, Portugal, bikini. And bonbons.
Everything passes in review.
Except my beautiful Cinderella dress. A blue one, with lots of tulle and many glitters. That dress served me well. I always did my best. In the end, I wasn't invited to the party, until suddenly the dear fairy appeared. Wow.
That's where my dress came from. And in that dress I danced with a prince. Now I realize that I don't need to try anymore; I am good just as I am;
Better is not needed! This is it. They were all lessons, so very useful in hindsight.
I took her to the thrift store. There she hangs now, on display. I paint my nails and then I'm going into my studio. I paint portraits and I love doing it. Versions of myself? Others say. I don't know.
The women emerge. Yes, only women.
The day before yesterday Rosa emerged. It looks like she arrived at a ball.
She looks around, waiting...