It snowed she said and then much talking about the snow on the way, we both agreed that it came from the sky, and from the clouds in particular, and then asking about the tracks on the road, and the footprints, new and nearly perfect as if in damp talc, and we guessed that these were from people, and even some little people, maybe on the way to school, maybe even her friends, in fact probably her friends, which caused a spontaneous round of Jingle Bell Rock, all in chorus, she said it was a Christmas song, and did I know what its name was? It's name was Jingle Bell Rock. Santa would come visit her because she was good, although the bunny rabbit that I pretended was trapped in mommy's purse that morning was bad, because he bit people, and rubbed his paws together in an evil way, so Santa should be careful. He will be careful, right dad? Of course I said. I want to be good she said, and I told her that was a grand idea.
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). *
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