*Writing practice: to take a provocative image and immerse myself in the imaginary world, writing from a particular character point of view, emotion, or etc.
I wore my lorgnette and my chrysanthemum print dress to the races today, as the day was warm and I feared sweating through at the armpits. I’ve ruined several dresses that way and have had to pass them onto Lolita, my maid. One of my maids, there are three. I hate giving quality to the servants but if they share the stories of the largesse of their employers theres no harm, maybe only benefits. To be thought of as generous even if not, not particularly, could only help if Karma does exist, as we heard a lecture at club last Thursday from an east Indian scholar who has been researching the thing for oh so many years.
I had had my hair done the day before and my hat fit very smartly on my head, as I could say fit snugly and happily. I wished for a photo to be taken so I could appreciate visually the snug feeling I had.
So! Sam and I were at the dog races and we bet heavily between bottles of champagne. We met with several mutual friends there and had a wonderful time winning lots of money. My hat felt good and I wore my seed pearl necklace which I could touch as a talisman when things became tense. Overall I was very confidant in my choices, which paid off in handsome dividends. Until the last race; I feared Sam would soil his pants he seemed so tense and when he whispered what he had bet I laughed and said, “Oh you always throw caution to the wind and you always come out on top!” He smiled bravely and went back to gnawing his fingers. The dogs finished as they always do, I had no doubt about that.
CELLOPHANE 