Venus In Furs

One of my 2011 texts is Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's Venus in Furs. Quite a groundbreaking little read in its day. I had this slim volume and one final night of solace to enjoy, and thought there could be little better than spending it amongst brocade, velvet and candlelight. So just before midnight I careened through wet and empty streets to my gilt and guilty haunt to be enticed by La Caterina. Sometimes it is obviously the right place.

Dance

Lucky me has a few months to indulge in some sweet and happy things.

But I don't want to do them all on my lonesome.

I would love to visit my favourite cocktail bar, read, and perhaps take some dancing lessons.

Does anyone want to come dancing with me? I promise to wear my petticoats.

Even if your all tied up, please let me know if you can recommend a nice dance hall or class.

Thanks xx