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when i can't find him, i look behind the curtain, and usually there i spy his round orange back. he sits (hunched these days, really) on the windowsill taking in the sun; maybe he watches the many squirrels in and out of the oak tree outside, the occasional stray cat, the dogs out for a jaunt.
one pear cider (drunk from a diana fayt-made little chartreuse lined cup) + one second-hand wild patterned dress (traded for books at rocket reuse) = one zippered pouch, one tote, two curtain ties and scraps for quilting.
so many huge, fantastic parks in the bay area
floppy alameda kitty. nice white spot on his cheek.
a gorgeous day at the alameda antique faire, where one can find junk, treasures, and everything in between. one can also find one's friends there, as i did, and as i heard others doing (some via instagram). i bought these champagne glasses, with bases green, purplish and orange-brownish. (påminnar mig om tant brun, tant grön o tant gredelin!) not what i was seeking, but so it goes.
received this beauty by annamaria potamiti for christmas—my third painting of annamaria's. the second one. the first one.
this was one of the first paintings of hers that i saw (and still love) in 2009 on flickr.
lately she's been painting in acrylic and oil. i love the light in this one.
(the gold shoes lasted 1/2 block outside of my house; i realized that a broken ankle would not be an auspicious start to the new year and changed to black and flat.)
