'And here she is! The little myth! A real delicious red-haired green-eyed little myth!' Upstairs, I examined my hair and eyes in the nursery mirror. I am a myth. I am delicious. 'That'll do, Claudia', says nurse. 'Handsome is as handsome does.' But I am a myth. I gaze at myself in satisfaction.
Aspiring glossy magazine writer and lover of Bukowski and sequins, this blog acts to document my musings on the ecletic and inspired, via the cheap and downright nasty.