Let us take a deep breath before we resume the weekend posting schedule of ‘The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale’ – one that affords us a moment to look back at our story thus far in the following links:

~ The Divine Diva Tour: A Fairy’s Tale ~

1. Pink Frilly Fairy: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three
2. Homage to Herb: Part One, Part Two and Part Three
3. A Purple-Hued Interlude
4. Style & Panache: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
5. Purple Puff Confection: Part One, Part Two, Part Three and Part Four.
6. A Blue-Hued Interlude
7. Fuchsia Fabulousness: Part One. Part Two and Part Three.
8. Bad Boy Bangs: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
9. Vanity Under Where: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
10. Sugar Plum Ballerina: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
11. A Pool Frolic: Part One, Part Two. and Part Three.
12. A Cemetery Interlude: Part One and Part Two.
13. Powder Blue Fur Doll: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.
14. A Milky Interlude 
15. Rock Out, Cock Out/ Hang Out, Wang Out: Part One, Part Two, and Part Three.

Without a strong structural narrative, this project was more about shifting images and the kaleidoscope of identity. Refusing to be just one thing, straining against the confines of limiting labels, and trying on a multitude of guises were just some of the themes at work. Escapism was another integral aspect informing the journey, and we’ll escape to a time twenty years ago in our next post… 

Is anyone who may be reading this old enough to remember Phyllis Diller? She was a comedian in the 60’s and 70’s whose work was so hysterical her mark bled into the 80’s. It’s a different kind of comedy compared to what the kids are accustomed today. A kinder comedy, perhaps, but just as killer. Witness her roast of Lucille Ball below. Happy Friday!

The light is magical when it illuminates the clouds, and the sky behind them turns a bit deeper in blue. 

Like clouds of cotton candy.

Whimsy eludes me at the moment. 

The notion of it will have to do. 

Enjoy your Friday, and your weekend.

The Divine Diva invites you for a cocktail again tomorrow… 

With spring hesitating to show off her true finery, I find myself feeling wistful for summer. It’s a bit soon but the heart wants what it wants when it wants it. There’s nothing so terribly wrong in wishing for a slightly warmer and sunnier clime than we’ve had of late. To bide the time, a little link list of summers that have come before:

Last year’s Coquette Summer was a smash in many ways, most of which got written up here. 

A sad summer was looked back upon here.

The summer of 2022 was so fun that it had not just one recap post but this second one as well.

The summer of 2021 seemed less fun but that didn’t stop it from getting a part two too.

I am closing out this look back with the summer of 2020, which was billed as insane and must have truly been such, because it came with a whopping third post.  

These sad magnolia blossoms were stopped in their almost-beautiful tracks by some snow and wind, and as spring stalls in her arrival we are left with brown-tipped and ice-ravaged blooms. It’s a dangerous business blooming at this time of the year, and I have great admiration for those plants that brave the treacherous thing that is spring in these parts. 

Respect. 

A dreamy spring finds a sky that complements its dreaminess. 

Think the ‘Lover‘ color theme from that Taylor Swift era. 

Think the background of the mural behind the King Cole Bar at the St. Regis in New York. 

Here we have the whimsical addition of a moon as it was encroaching on achieving full status – this would become the Pink Moon – fitting for a sky featuring clouds hinting at pink.

Some days the sky feels more like a painting – muted, soft, impossibly beautiful. 

Or maybe some days the paintings are like the sky – muted, soft, impossibly beautiful. 

‘The Last of Us‘ has taken over from ‘The White Lotus‘ as the only television I’m watching right now (ok, with the guilty exception of the reunion episodes of ‘The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills‘). And truth be told, all of it is just a waiting game for the new season of ‘The Gilded Age’.

This shirtless post of Pete Buttigieg is dwarfed by the reaction to any shot of Pete Buttigieg with a beard. Nobody who frequents this blog seems mad about it. 

{See also this couple of Dazzlers.}

One day I want to make peace with a shaggy dough.

But not today.

#TinyThreads

Spring arrives in short, halted steps – retreating a bit with some wet snow, then advancing in tentative fashion – while we wait anxiously for things to warm up and give us a hint of sunnier days to come. The past week brought a full Pink Moon, and the requisite restless sleep and stressful exhaustion that accompanies such lunar stretches. That rollercoaster of a weekly recap begins now…

Spoiler alert: Buster Poindexter is NOT the same person as Al Franken.

Bonus shirtless Patrick Schwarzenegger post.

A monologue for this very moment.

Is Levina pronounced like ‘Regina’ or ‘vagina’?

Under a mindful sky.

This one goes out to those FOTUS voters who voted because the economy.

Spring stalls.

History repeating, ducks quacking.

A Danish sandwich.

Tie die.

What’s going on?

When did Jesus get a haircut?

The smile of a pansy.

The diva makes a call.

A milky interlude.

Rock out with your cock out!

Hang out with your wang out!

Bad ass boys ride bad ass toys!

Hot nude yoga.

First world whining.