Delila Reddit ( Yvette Louise Melech)
My background is Art In all it's diversities.
A Cool London Pad Until Disaster Hit
I hitched an apartment in just my kind of place. If I have to live in centre city. It must be glam. I cannot bear to be stuck in any kind of dump. Partly because I am rather past the bend on the road of living cheap. Partially due also, to being somewhat spoilt in ways of being a lucky one, at spotting a good catch. This might be because I know the city like the back of my hand. I managed to dig out the best at best price-rate too. The one thing I have recognised about city living is, there is always a fly in the ointment. No matter how lucky you think are on catching a bargain.
A Mysterious Woman
I was summoned to a dinner party with the Persian millionaire once more. The friend of my lover. Back in the year two thousand and eleven, I believe, or thereabouts. I know it was before the Caribbean island drama. Long before the snarling cats from my loved one's secret clan came out of their bags to crawl inside our love nest. Long spikey nails, quite a thing these days from nail-bars. I often wondered, if girls placing artificial cats claws upon their finger-tips in all bars holes, are to but distract men's eyes away from their face or legs.
A Retreat For Art- Business Streams Running Wild
Welcome to my new upcoming creation. Our spiritual international retreat, where meeting of great minds and mere mortals will hereupon meet. Those of us who have risen to the understanding, there is more to life than meets the eye. We, from spiritual lands, therefore step forth to help block corruption via- hungry tongues immersed with greed.
A Caribbean Bar Meeting A Snippet from - A Love Story
This was deemed to be a romantic meeting. Indeed it was initially. The idea of a meeting of minds with men, one would consider twentieth century tycoons. A bunch of people very close to my dear one, who was about to break the ice on his extra-marital affair. Indeed, a real love affair that had been swimming around London and Caribbean quarters for around twenty years. Inside, a secret ball until the year two thousand and fourteen. Then the ball burst. Even though, I never pulled the trigger. It was my partners choice to get our cat out of the bag.
A British Summer Ball
Each year I go to the British horse races. One year, about five years ago. After the races, my partner in love and I were invited to an after race-course event. A ballroom dinner-dance. The person who invited us, was also a usual horse-race goer. In other words, we met up with him every year. He was a livewire largish, red-faced plump northern man. He had a large belly hanging. He loved his food. He knew his list of fine wines. My partner in life and I, felt somewhat sympathetic to this northern loner.
The Summer Party
Here goes ' it's the summer party' again. The one I'm dragged along too every year. Like it or lump it. Until the clock struck eighteen minutes past the year two thousand and fourteen. A year when a ghost popped out of nowhere and turned the clock back. Then, I was hidden under a bed instead. Are you curious ? Come on inside this story to find out more.
A Question Of The Equestrian Plait
I'm a country girl at heart, even though big cities always try to suck me into them. Cities are like sponges. Once you are inside them they don't make it easy to escape. They seem to overload you with dull matters of life, like bills. There are always many more of those in cities. They are expensive places. Good to hide inside away from the crowd. Yet the crowds are vast. Ironic really when one thinks. Vast overcrowded places where no one speaks to anyone unless one has to. Good for tying up one's shoelaces of life I guess. One always seem to be at a starting point in a city or at end game. I always dived in and out as fast I could longing to be in the countryside again.
Coats And Tails
The year was two thousand and thirteen thereabouts give or take a year. Having lost count. Somewhere In the midst of my mudding overload lies a glossy brochure with my line. I drew a fashion line for a film I have written.