Sunday, up around 7, cereal, coffee, reading the NYT. C can't bend over anymore so I had to rub lotion all over her legs. Ernie jumped up on the kitchen table and was rewarded with several short but good blasts from the water bottle. The little girls next door are camping out in the back yard and giggling away. The sun is out. Yesterday we went for a long, looping walk in the neighbourhood, looking at some not-yet-open open houses, sitting in the park, window shopping and then over to the Screening Room to catch the matinee of Moon. What a great little movie. No vampires or gunfights or slow-motion of any kind. Just a story about a lone astronaut assigned an energy-collection station on the moon. It's there until the 10th. Afterwards we went out for supper and then walked home in the dusk.
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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