The elderly Chinese lady was having trouble with her lottery ticket. The East Indian clerk could not tell her what the problem was, only that the machine would not read the numbers she had selected on her little fill-in-the-dot form. His hair was a bit crazy and his glasses sat at a wild angle so that he looked like he was doing some kind of Jerry Lewis schtick, only in low key and with an East Indian accent. The elderly Chinese lady was not amused. "What is probrem? What is probrem?" she asked. "You tell me probrem." She had her loonies and toonies all over the counter. Then the clerk just shrugged at her, and turned to me and my energy drink.
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). *
I want the cake - and the hats
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