The last couple of days have been dominated by extreme fibro and migraine fatigue so unfortunately, I've been less than productive. However, even confined to the couch, a girl can still dream and draw so Miss Tallulah makes an appearance, encouraging me to live a little louder. Contrary to my typical palette, I tend to favor dark, unassuming, pattern-free clothes. But I am trying to bring the artist on the inside around to the outside. And I have to say that it begins with accessories: a cool purse, playful socks, a funky piece of handmade jewelry. I want to wear my profession proudly. That doesn't mean that I need to whack off an ear lobe or follow Tallulah's example and mix as many patterns as possible in a single ensemble. But I do need to be less frightened of standing out and right now, bright clothes tend to make me hyperventilate. And really, this has nothing to do with clothes. It has to do with fear...more to the point, it is all about not being ruled by fear. I am an artist. You are an artist. Say it, shout it, wear it, be it with all of your being.