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the great escape

This one rainy day (escape, this thought)...; mixed media on canvas, 10 x 10 inches. The string series continues.

So Oona and I are making a break for it this week, leaving mom behind to sit by the window and wonder on her (many) parenting mistakes ... namely, we're flying out to Saskatchewan so Oona can see Grandma, and get tickled by the similarly dimpled and dough-fingered.

I've told C more than a few times that I hope she makes the best of it (I know *I* would, oh dark card rooms and lonely divorcées of the world) but I suspect she'll just mow the lawn every three hours, plant a million flowers, rearrange the furniture seventeen times and drink a few gallons of wine against a more-or-less-constant backdrop of Midsomer Murders and Magnum PI reruns. There will be at least one major purchase (outdoor wicker furniture? faux antique chest?) but it's really the pizza bills that will be horrendous.
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  1. illustration poetry9:17 pm

    what is she looking at...?
    wondering.

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  2. illustration poetry9:18 pm

    my word verification was "silly" :D
    cool...

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  3. Laura9:22 pm

    too funny. have fun in saskatchewan!?

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  4. red-handed9:36 pm

    I think she's looking out a window ... or at a passing thought.

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  5. Shaz11:24 pm

    If C happens to find an awesome antique birdcage during her forages, would she be similarly awesome and let me know?

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  6. Kay12:15 am

    Thanks for visiting my blog and I hope you have a fun trip! I like your mysterious woman and string

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  7. Kaz1:31 am

    Oooh, this is my new favourite. I love this one. She looks very wistful

    Have a great trip. Hope Oona laps up all the Grandma attention.

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  8. Dana6:05 pm

    Beautiful work!
    Have a nice time with Oona.

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  9. Green Monkey9:45 pm

    contemplative...soulful...very nice.

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  10. Anonymous10:01 am

    yes, you are quite right - she will work too hard, drink too much wine and eat something cooked by someone else, preferably not healthy.

    been there, done that, several times while the boys were off visiting grammie.

    why did i work so damn hard?

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