Poor Oona – she's had to walk to daycare in some truly egregious weather (they just called off the wind-chill warning this afternoon) and conditions (snow plow, meet sidewalk plow – now fight!). Yesterday I had to threaten her with frostbite just so she'd keep the scarf over her face (her: "I can't see!", me: "I don't care!"). Trying to get her up this morning was like a trip to the post office: forced smiles, mediocre results, occasional fart smell. But at least she fought me a little less on the scarf issue.
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). *