What is your favorite animal?
If you ask me my favorite animal, I’ll smile and say: depends on the day, darling.
Sometimes it’s a cat — sleek, nonchalant, with a flair for ignoring people and stealing warm laundry piles. I see myself in that sometimes. A bit aloof, but secretly craving sunbeams and a saucer of something silky.
Other days it’s the fox — cunning, fiery, a flash of red fur and defiance darting across the edge of civilization. I admire that. Living on the fringe, unbothered by rules, a bit messy, but unapologetically so.
And then there are peacocks. Yes, they’re noisy. Yes, they’re dramatic. But oh — they know how to show up. Tail fanned, chin high, unapologetically extra. There’s something gloriously Luce about that. Not to mention the strut.
But if I’m honest, deep down… it’s always been the raven. Dark and clever, a little spooky, a little Shakespearean. Observing. Remembering. Picking up lost earrings and secrets. A bird that doesn’t chirp — it speaks.
Stay fabulous,
Luce 💋

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