My mother painted this portrait of me when I was twelve years old. It's the first one she ever painted, before she ever took an art class.
This is the sight that greeted me when I went to get into bed last night.
Molly, dancing on Thanksgiving.
Sarah, on stilts.
Spot, lounging on the deck.
Christmas lights in our neighborhood.
See those "fingers" of blue light on the left side of the tree? They made sparks flying down from the branches, like little fireworks... hard to describe, but it looked cool.
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Your bed photo looks very cosy and the Christmas lights beautiful. There was a lot of catching up for me with your posts - so glad your diamond was found.
..forgot to mention how wonderful that childhood portrait is of you that your mother painted, more so being an early attempt!
It's good to hear from you Pam. Thank you for your comments! I am visiting San Francisco, typing on my phone so am one-finger typing...
I am glad to see that I am not the only person who has this many cats. My friends tease me.
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