Cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough. One cubicle over. At least two weeks now. Cough cough cough, cough cough cough. Almost recorded it this morning, sitting there stunned at how long it went on, seven minutes and change. Cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough ... cough ... cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough, cough cough cough. Cough. No illusions of safety behind my cubicle wall, especially when I noticed the room smelled different.
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). *
reminds me of my Nana's
ReplyDelete"if you cough, sniff, or sneeze,
do it in you hankie please"