Hi! Are requests still open? If so; can I get pics from 2004 POTO in the scene when Meg finds the mirror and camera drives to show the roses, including a red rose in the floor? Or any graphics about Carlotta´s Don Juan costume at the stage show? Thank you!
Requests are pretty much always open, but I’m afraid I don’t do graphics from the 2004 film.
As for Carlotta’s Don Juan costume - I don’t know that I’ve got or seen pictures that are good enough quality for a graphic. Even the RAH concert isn’t great - the caps are often blurred, because of all the movement in that scene.
top 5 gifts you like to get and give? top 5 musicals you've ever seen? top 5 songs? top 5 blogs? top 5 books?
Top 5 gifts to give: chocolate, flowers, books, dvds, blankets. Top 5 gifts to get: chocolate, flowers, books, dvds, yarn. Top 5 musicals that I’ve seen live: Les Mis, PotO, Avenue Q, Jesus Christ Superstar, Love Never Dies. Top 5 songs: oh god, idk. I don’t listen to music much, other than musicals and soundtracks. One Day More is no. 1, though. Top 5 blogs: Not going to answer this one ‘cos I’ll inevitably leave someone out and insult someone. Top 5 books: The Children of Green Knowe, by Lucy M Boston. Pride and Prejudice, by Jane Austen. Narnia (yes, the whole lot) by CS Lewis. Alice in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll. The Black Riders, by Violet Needham.
I’m not fussed about being married, I never have been. But yes, I want children. I always have done. The two things I’ve always wanted are to write, and to have children.
One out of two ain’t bad?
I don’t know if kids are in my future, though. Even if I didn’t have such severe ME, I have this fainting condition. I wouldn’t be able to hold a child. I wouldn’t be able to risk carrying my own baby around. The difficulties inherent in that situation are immense.
And anyhow, I do have severe ME, and I’m mostly housebound and sometimes pretty much bedbound, and the person with whom I’d most want to have kids lives the other end of the country to me, so, yeah.
(I have bitterness. There is a small part of me into which I squash all my maternal longings and need and I try not to think about it, and I focus my maternal instincts on my cats and my chickens. Of all the things having ME has taken from me, this is the worst.)
(and yes, I’m only 26, there’s plenty of time, etc, etc. But I’ve had ME since I was 11 or 12. That’s over half my life, and I’ve got it severely enough that I’ve never been able to work even part time. I couldn’t bring a child into the world if I couldn’t financially and physically support it.)