On Saturday Night Live . . .
I don’t recall precisely where I obtained this picture, nor do I have any inkling of who she might be, but I find the comely, scantily-clad lass in it–deeply absorbed by the words of the Bard no less–well . . . deeply absorbing. Something about the turn of her ankle, perhaps. Or her pearls. Or possibly her pretty eyes. I said her eyes.
(Yes I do realize that it’s been quite awhile since I’ve added anything to this sequence of entries . . . but then again it’s been ages since I’ve added anything to this blog period. Whatever. The hiatus is over.)