Thomasina, one of my Inner Aspects, or Beings, is quite demanding.
She demanded, or rather (as she prompted me to say) asked nicely, that I post a few of the photographs she’s posed for in readiness for her forthcoming portrait collection.
How could I refuse? No, seriously, how could I?
So, here’s a post featuring Thomasina, my Inner Woman.

The first image she proclaimed must be posted is her Dancing Queen. A seventies inspired pose, minus the flares. No, she’s just corrected me, it’s eighties inspired instead.

The second photograph, she tells me, captures her sixties spy look. Look, that’s what she tells me, so who am I to say otherwise?

And finally, she went all the way back to caveman times for this pose. She asks me (!) to point out that she looks nothing like Mot, my Inner Caveman. As this is the first time I’ve ever heard of Mot, I can neither confirm nor deny that.
She tells me this is the first in a series of posts highlighting her effervescent womanness, so keep a look out for future posts. And then, oh heavens above, we have the aforesaid portrait collection, which, by the look of things will be much of a muchness to what has already been posted. No change there, then.
You may now return to what you were doing before… as may I, which I shall do right away.

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