Happy Birthday Miss Parker!

After the arctic temps, I need some melting, thawing out the layers so to speak – from furs and cashmere to daring swimsuits under Cali sun and lush palm trees by deep blue pools in my favorite hideout the Parker Palm Springs. If Dorothy Parker were around, that would be her goto place away from LA’s noise, traffic and pom pom bravado. And she was one witty quirky poetess, a persona larger than most men gave her credit. She said – “Hollywood money isn’t money. It’s congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.” Go get that cash money and put in on the red in the nearest casino, built on Indian American reservations in PS. God knows – we all need support – take what you need and leave the rest. And happy birthday To all The Pisceans, mine happens to be in March! So let me eat my cake 🙂

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