Today was a challenging day. I had a portrait painted of myself; the painter was a man, quite tall with long arms. My beloved companion was by the painters side, he watched me with wonder, I had never seen him to look at me in that way, as if I was a new type of food that he was not too sure whether he liked or not. I could feel my cheeks it’s as if I was extremely blushing, I’d never had two men starring at me at the same time. I didn’t feel very comfortable, felt as if I could have fallen off the high stool. The painter was very clear with instructions, I wasn’t allowed to move. The intensity in their eyes made me fearful.
Signed with love Veronica Anne Harper.