It's amazing how far you can get by showing a bit of skin. One of the oldest truths in the world (although I'm sure they put it somewhat differently 3000 years ago) is 'sex sells'. Or really, I suppose, more accurately, the suggestion of sex is what sells. Show too much, or the wrong bit of flesh, and you become prime gossip magazine fodder, and that's really not the most flattering form of publicity. Of course, there's a wide discrepancy between sexy, and just plain tarty. UK tabloid favourite Jodie Marsh falls squarely into the tarty category, and has done very well for herself out of it (I saw her house on MTV Cribs once during a bout of insomnia, surprisingly tasteful). The best example I can think of for working sexy in a classy way in order to further your career is Elizabeth Hurley. In 1994, the then largely unknown actress accompanied her then-boyfriend, Hugh Grant, to the London premiere of his file Four Weddings and a Funeral, and was wearing 'That Dress' as it came to be known.

I must admit, I'm not really one who gets poetry. I'm a prose gal, and song lyrics are just about my limit when it comes to words painting pictures and being rhythmical and generally...pretty. I don't know why, but I can stare and stare at a poem, go over it a thousand times in my head, and have none of it make any sense to me, I suppose I'm not the best at interpreting inspiration. It's a shame. It takes something really special for me to be able to understand where it's coming from. And special, I got.

A tale unfolds upon this dress,
A rhyme of lost innocence.
A girl amid a winter field
A raven dark, his wings revealed.
An apple glows a warning red
Upon the snow the color bled.
Snow White, skin like fallen snow
her bloody lips with red will glow,
Hair as black as raven claws
Reflection dark in mirror's jaws.
This frock will tell a warning tale
A winter masque in which innocence fails.

In the not-to-be-specified 'olden days', everyone wore hats, all the time. Apart from times when they were sleeping, bathing, politely greeting a passing lady, and selected other non hat-wearing times, hats were something you could not get away from. I, for one, rather like the romance of a fashion accessory everyone absolutely had to have, at the risk of seeming rude without one, or something, and I do love my hats. Sitting writing this on a cold October morning, I'm glorying in the chilly weather due to the fact that it allows me to wear my favourite sequinned floppy woollen beret when I go out later, and not feel overdressed. Nowadays, practical applications of wearing a hat aside (protecting yourself from the cold or the rays of the sun, and, baseball caps rarely count!), matching a hat with an outfit has become somewhat of a flourish of style, an epic finishing touch, making more of a statement than the most outlandish jewelry, towering over all other accessories as master of unnecessary grandeur and glamour.

I'm going to let you all in on a secret. Well, it's not much of a secret, really, but, consider yourselves privileged nonetheless. I am terrified of birds. Their pointy beaks, their scratchy claws, their hollow bones, the frenzied way they flap their wings when they're taking off...There is just one thing that doesn't make me run gibbering to hide under the nearest bench when a bird comes within 5 feet of me. Feathers. Feathers are amazing things. The way they can be stiff and sleek, or soft and bouncy and warm, and the way they're constructed, tiny wisps and tendrils clinging to a central stem, waterproofing or insulating their owner, helping them glide through the sky. And they make fantastic fashion accessories, too! 

Maybe you've seen the beta version high up in the sky above Greenies Home, but now the Greenies Mini UFO is out for sale! Come to the shop at Greenies Home, or our new outpost in Tiny Kingdom, and pick up your own copy of this sleek and stylish sculpted saucer to fly wherever you fancy!

Fancy a quick preview? Take a look at the YouTube video below....