So the combination of the hedonia and the inspiration to prepare for success has inspired some changes. As you can see my blog has a new look. Aimez vouz? I know many of you didn’t enjoy my black background on the old incarnation of La Belette Rouge. Well, it is gone for good. Is it the Vitamin W or Igor or perhaps ma Westie that inspired it? Maybe a little of each. Perhaps I am feeling lighter, brighter and have less of a need to obfuscate my feelings.
I am absolutely in love with my new blog banner. Is it wrong to love my own banner so much? Too bad! I love it. J’adore the tres chic and beacoup glamazon lounging on Freud’s couch. I love how fully and festively she shows up for her inner work. Her dress is the dress of a special occasion and it is flashy and showy and extroverted and it is aware of the eye of the other and it demands to be seen and yet her eyes are resolutely and resoundingly closed and she seems to be completely surrendered to what it is going on within her. This woman, seems to me, to be a perfect balance of the internal and the external as well as being undeniably lovely. Depth can be chic and chic can be depthful.
And, those shoes. Le sigh! Last time I wore shoes like that to therapy I almost ended up as Beverly Hills road kill. Sadly, my pretty Prada pumps will never see Igor again. My bossy and safety loving Superego has castrated my heels and demands that I only wear my well-grounded Ferragamo flats and that I leave the four-inch crocodile pumps, with an unmistakable drive towards thanatos, safely locked up in my closet and consciousness. My Id is still hoping that some day it will overwhelm the Superego and that I might wear the highly erotic and somewhat masochistic lipstick red Valentino’s in for a session. If that ever happens I will most certainly chose that day to recline on Igor’s couch and do a reenactment of my blog banner. I would absolutely ask Igor to take a picture of me to post on the blog and once that was done I would immediately suggest that we up my sessions to twice a week until my Oedipal issues were worked out and it was clear what happened between daddy and me and discover how he didn’t notice my darling Mary Jane’s and hence I need Igor to notice my shoes(i.e., my attractiveness). But, I wouldn’t count on the Id ever winning. My kitten-heeled ego would never allow it.
Hey maybe its the holiday season that inspired my makeover. Nah, I think my reasons were more motivated by altruism. I didn’t want to drive my dear readers to blindness, headaches and cause other ocular strains. Back to the eyes again, I think I am noticing a theme here.