Our Patron Saint (and another birthday girl yesterday) Miss Bette Davis (5th April 1908 – 6th October 1989), doing what she does.
CAMP: "A cornucopia of frivolity, incongruity, theatricality, and humour." "A deadly, winking, sniggering, snuggling, chromium-plated, scent-impregnated, luminous, quivering, giggling, fruit-flavored, mincing, ice-covered heap of mother love." "The lie that tells the truth." "Ostentatious, exaggerated, affected, theatrical; effeminate or homosexual; pertaining to or characteristic of homosexuals."
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she's got bette davis eyes!
ReplyDeleteShe also has the hairdo we're all going to end up with until the clouds lift off this social isolation business and the hairdressers re-open... Jx
DeleteThank goodness my downstairs neighbor is a hair dresser. Course...there's always my wigs for changing things up.
DeleteStay well dear.
We're supposed to stay six feet away from our neighbours, dear. I may have to resort to a powdered wig at some stage before this lockdown ends - either that or pretend I'm a retired member of Sweet. Jx
DeleteA little heavy on the Scotch and a little light on the Gin !
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Bette
Gone but will never be forgotten
I'm sure we could make a cock-a-tail out of it! Jx
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