Speaking of Dryads (and Audrey Hepburn)

Speaking of Dryads, a few years ago I was a Dryad for Halloween. My husband was a wood elf. I suppose in Halloween world we must have met when he was walking through the woods and I was well, standing, treeishly.

Here's us:

And to round it all off, a little "Breakfast at Tiffany's" action. The masks where my parents. But I obviously had to steal them for a photo-op!

And now the originals:

And now I digress:

Ever since I was a little girl I wanted to be Audrey Hepburn. I adore her. In fact, to my great delight, since I was a teenager I have been told that I look like Audrey. She is the only famous person I have ever been told I looked like (I was going to write "celebrity"; but that just seems the wrong word for Audrey!). And though I personally don't think I look like her, I sure as heck don't mind being told so!

Though Breakfast at Tiffany's is not my favorite, it is definitely beloved.* I must admit I didn't love it the first time I saw it (it is just so different from Roman Holiday and Sabrina-the first Audrey films I watched). But I must say, I am firmly in love with it now.

Speaking about being in love: George Peppard. Our old friend Paul Varjak (Fred) is simply delicious in Breakfast, isn't he? I happen to think that he steals many a scene from Miss Hepburn (though I am almost loathe to say it). What do you think? Is George baby a yummy scene stealer? Or is it just me?

I had to add one more picture of Holly. Because after all it's Audrey who is my true love. George Peppard is just a passing fancy.

Heart: Kimberellie

"It's useful being top banana in the shock department."