May 5, 2009

Patent leather

At the office today.

Flats, clogs, and loafers. Can you guess which is me?



Remember this?

Well, now the box holds my yarn and the rack part is on the windowsill.

It seems oddly to float.

I like.


Testing Greg's wood-burning pen.

Yep, works good.

Greg is an angel.

Maybe literally?

This pork chop dinner was ready when I got home from work at eight last night with another project to finish before bed.

Thank you my darling.

Dejeuner sur l'herbe

This jumped out at me as I made my way home last night:

What does it mean?

And what does the Manet painting signify to Poles? I don't think a pastiche like this would mean much to most Americans.