So we've had the scans and the pokings and the proddings and the Man With The Plan has us going to the hospital tomorrow afternoon to be induced over the course of the weekend. He said it's like "turning over a cold engine", and that it might take a couple of days. So we have the end in sight now, and everything looks good, and all we need is for Peanut to stay on course, and maybe fire some last boosters, before floating down to that ocean called Home.
C is friends with the fashion stylist Rebekah Roy (left in both pics above) ... one of those people who personify calm and smiling success. On her blog she presents glamour in this very sincere, straightforward way ... whether she's taking pictures of people on the street , talking about stain removers , her favourite videos , or attending some glittering party . One minute she's ruminating on hair extensions, and in the next she reveals how she's been featured on the Vogue UK site. A real disarmer and charmer (and this without meeting her yet, although I feel like I know her because we both did our time in Winnipeg). * * * * * Coming home from Russia, we did many bad things. ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. In my own life, the glamour is wholly imagined. * * * * * witches, smoke ; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. My second go at this one, and for some reason I'm painting a lot of smoke lately (note to self: tell C that I want to be cremated). *
Oh man, let's sculpt peanut butter rockets and coat them in chocolate.
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful writing. best of luck to you three. :) maybe peanut will surprise you and come before then!
ReplyDeletewishing all of you all the best!
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