Born Enid Brown in 1918, I was raised using a lot of starch and crinoline by Gerald and Edith Brown in the wilds of Surrey, garden of England, death of excitement.I was a talentless, large thighed child, too tall for grace and too freckly for boyfriends... or any friends really. The world at large agreed I would at best have a future but what that future would entail beyond spinsterhood no one had any idea.Then came the war, and the WAAF, and I discovered trousers and money in my pocket with which one could purchase a lager shandy, or cigarettes... or lingerie from the right person... and with my first pair of delicious silks I realised - Enid Brown could never wear silks, the balance of the world would swallow it's own tongue and collapse! And so, Enid Brown would have to go...But where?I donned my hat and gloves, packed a small suitcase with Eccles Cakes and dresses and took my leave of the Brown household, stepping quietly on to a train headed in the only direction my funds would allow - London!And as I left behind the hedgerows of rural life, I also left behind Enid. By the time my train pulled in to Paddington, I had been reborn - Stella Plumes! Of course with a name like that there really was only one thing I could do.Tease...My mother would have been apopleptic, had she and my father not set sail on a Spam-heavy cruise ship that same year and never returned. I like to think Mother and Father Brown also had rebirths and are currently dancing in coconut halves and grass clothing on a tropical island.But they're probably dead.And so goes it.Well read all about me and my adventures as they unfurl and maybe, just maybe, one day you may see my show. It will take your breath, your money and your decency away.Amore for later,Stella PxCreated @ LoserAlliance.com
