I am one of the women in this painting by Gustav Klimt.  The other figures are of the readers who leave comments on my posts.  They are also their lovers, children, friends, spouses, all the people that they tell us about.

I am entangled in the web of words that they leave.  They are  my joy each time I dip into The Diary of the Vixen.

I’ve done this before, and I’m going to do it again – suggest that

all of you go back and savor the comments left behind by this amusing, thoughtul and intelligent group of readers.

Almost every single posting has a jewel of a reply at the end.  I’m going to suggest a few to start with:  New Man in  Town, And the  Winner Is, Some Enchanted Evening and The Men of Paris.

Speaking of And the Winner Is, this delightful photograph showed up in my email yesterday.  Those graceful fingers belong to the wife of the winner of Ubar, the perfume from Oman.

He must be a man of few words, for he didn’t say much about his Valentine’s Day, other than to tell me that he, not his wife, is the reader of The Diary of the Vixen Divorcee, so the gift took her by complete surprise.  She was intrigued by the exotic origins of his gift.

My thanks to the husband for sharing this photograph!