I've always been a fan of little awards and hugs and attagirls. Yeah, you could call me a whore for fame, even of the tiniest kind. Festoon me with glittery baubles and bright shiny beads and I'll be yours for life.
But Green Stone Woman went a couple steps further today and gave me not one, not two, but three shiny objects which have me bedazzled.
Now I'm not going to spell out the people I'd adorn with them. You know who you are, you faithful throng. So help yourselves to one or all. Ah go on, you know you want to.
As for me? I'm off to hang them in my hall at the left. To hell with the decor.