I see La Fraser is still spending huge amounts of time sitting alone in the parents' hoarder house attic, gazing at photographs of herself and marvelling that she was once a little girl, who wore little girl clothes of the era, and did little girl things ....... just like everybody else. Has childhood trauma made her blank out her early years or something? Does she need these photographic props to remind her of a time she can't even remember?
It is beyond bizarre for a nearly-50-year-old MOTHER to spend endless solitary days alone in her parents' empty house searching through thousands of old photographs of herself as a kid. I don't know about YOU LOT, but my days are busy either working or spending time with friends and family, INCLUDING my grown-up children (with whom I still have a warm relationship). I wouldn't waste 5 minutes on looking for crappy photos of me, especially ones of me doing nothing of any consequence. Did chiselled-jawed mother spend her every waking minute taking photographs or something? Even when the subjects were doing nothing remotely interesting? Is that where Liz gets the habit from? Is it just learned behaviour which she can't manage to overcome? (If so, I wonder who the infidelity habit came from, if that's also learned behaviour. Now, there's an interesting one ...........)
And also, one of you lovely lot posted up-thread the other day about how the Venice Writer Retreats were 6 years in the planning. I don't want to sound mean, but that was some pretty dismal planning, if they've already fizzled to nothing after one pretend customer last month. I know an inability to plan for actual success LF's USP but still. Could she not have got her act together and actually done something properly? For once? I think what really happened is that for 6 years she fantasised about the attention and adulation such a venture might offer to her, then finally announced to the world that the retreats were happening, yakked on and on about her excitement about them in her usual OTT manner, changed her bio yet again, provided some dates (though got a bit mixed up as to how many days there are in a 4-day retreat - that would be FOUR, Liz, not three!), wrote some snarky blurb about what they WEREN'T going to be (loosely translated as 'value for money'), then just crossed her fingers and hoped for a miracle.
Then talked about a lot of other things to divert attention from yet another failed venture.
I mean, there have been 'retreats', but they have all been Liz's. Retreats from actually doing anything to make her fantasy ventures actually happen.
When it comes to retreating, she's actually a bit of a master!
but … no … shes describing the wearer, ie herself. She’s utterly embarrassing and INTOXICATED with love and admiration for herself. She turns herself on with her slenderness. Bet when she wanks ( as often mentioned both in Coming clean and Twitter ) she’s getting off on her hard limbs- perhaps she has a limb fetish 
