Two small steps for Chas-kind. Happy he was to repeat this mission thrice over the weekend, though elusive to cameras. There is still the flutter of applause in my heart, the embers of an ovation. He took it all in stride, forgetting the third triumph as he grinned and drew my chin into a rather painful four-toothed bite.
SuperNaturalism
Once again, I was squandering away a perfectly good hour of sleep when I stumbled, falling completely in love with the designer Josef Frank, by the kitschy beauty of his supernatural textiles on display at Stockholm’s Svenskt Tenn. I was ready to pack a few days worth of clothes with my toothbrush and board the next flight to Stockholm before realizing that:
a. not only was he, to my disappointment, already dead, but that
b. my youngest child was sitting up in the bed, screaming for me to pick him up.
His designs seduced me as Feodor Rojankovsky’s illustrations first did, when I was a very young girl, in the pages of John Langstaff’s Frog Went A Courtin’ and Over in the Meadow.
Better than Andre the Giant
Even if the the plan backfired and these stickers became a commodity, I still think the You Are Beautiful campaign is a lovely thing.
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