Go Big or Go Bust: Day 154 (foreign concept I am adopting)

The black and white part of this picture is an ad on a public telephone booth in the Village.   I don't know if it's the way the singer is twisting her body, the way she's packed into the dress, the hand on her hip, that she looks like she's about to belt out a song or that the dress is shimmery. 

Or maybe it's all of that combined with the fantastic line of text at the bottom. 

It generally takes a conscious effort for me to feel bold enough to take up as much space as I would by putting my hands on my hips.  And 'owning a room' is at least one step up from that.  But somehow looking at this picture makes it feel possible, makes it even seem desirable.  

Maybe I'll go power mad. 

HA. 

Go Big or Go Bust: Day 100 (scene from a marriage)

Who knew there’d be 'personal' consequences to this 'Go Big or Go Bust' blog.  Not me.  And certainly not Mr. Green. 

Unfortunately, when he drinks, he snores.  And before starting this blog, I used to put up with it- ear plugs, sleep deprivation, there are ways.  But this 'going big' thing is actually happening.  I wouldn't say I've become a 'tyrant'.  But I'm definitely not the essentially subservient person Mr. Green married.  Of course he loves it. 

#GIRLPOWER  #GoMe