About Me, the Author of "Give Me Paisley and Parasols!"

It's fun to pretend to be a total snob---especially when people don't realize I'm being sarcastic. Most of them wouldn't understand my cheap, quirky self anyway. The joke's on them and frankly I love to snicker, giggle, and guffaw. They don't have to challenge their minds by questioning their assumptions and I get to laugh. Guess what? We both crawl into bed rather happy every night---just not in bed TOGETHER. I'm the perpetual actress, except with those I truly trust and adore, of whom there are rather few. Accuse me of being a misanthrope and you're just throwing a big word around. Tell me that I'm naturally shy and somewhat socially awkward and, well, then I can't disagree---so long as shy doesn't translate into boring. Of course, some people do consider my primary interests---art, literature, social history, general spontaneity---boring, in which case I'm tempted to curse such portions of humanity. Maybe I'm just a selective misanthrope. But whenever possible I try to direct hatred towards ugly clothes rather than other human beings. It's a healthier form of detestation, no?