Hi All!

It was recently a prima donna’s 21st birthday. Happy birthday to me!

Though, how anybody could know without my personal discretion in sharing that information with them, I am unsure. I do love boding well on strangers, friends, and acquaintances alike, however.

Especially when they tell me how much they love my coat, or how darling my shoes are.

I know!

This brings us to today’s post. You ought to pay respects to my stylist.

Whenever anyone takes verbal, or even nonverbal, for that matter, notice of my personal fashion choices, my most common retort is

You had better compliment my stylist!

Is that not purely the truth?

Surely, I say when. I also say where, how, what mood, et cetera.

For instance, I may choose to go fully void of all colors (i.e. black) on the happiest, most sunshine-y of days.

Does this mean that you should call the authorities and insist they perform a wellness check?

Or similarly, on a cold winter day that I need a boost, I may wear my best color. Or, even quite a simple sweater and jeans combo but bring the pizazz in my accessories. And you know how I feel about my accessories!

It is all a matter of what my stylist allocates for my personal jurisdiction. As should be the way, my humble beings!

Who is there for all considerations of outfit choice?

Who lifts a queen up after she had a lapse and wore leggings and sneakers out of the house (after the gym?)

Who is always there to remind the prima donna who she truly is meant to be?

Just a small share of musings for this bright day. Grand, nonetheless.