You never know who you'll meet...Overheard, James getting fed up with a regular: "If you'd just pay me the money you owe me, you could shop like a normal person". Did I mention the Antique Centre is on Telegraph Avenue? Many crunchy colorful characters. Oh - also I picked up 14 wonderful photos and postcards there, a world of possibilities. In one of them I seem to recognize myself, but no one else in the photo...
To the owner of Aria (I seem to remember your name is Bill) the work I used the birds print for is actually on my other blog, Tinytheatre - Blame it on artistic absent-mindedness.
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Sometimes I like old things. The story that comes with them. The fact that time increases worth.
Same with most of my dreams - I recognize myself in them, but no one else... - I especially like the eyes, they´ve seen their share of the normal, crunchy, colorful...
Those gnomes always scare me just a little.
Will IKEA stuff ever hold & Absorb so many feelings+memories?
I love the elf quality of the doll in the first picture.
Wish we had a shop like that nearby.
The gnome looks almost like the one I found recently in a craftshop. The colouring, I liked. I gave it to my mum on her 90th birthday. These kinds of things make suitable presents.
Recognising yourself in a photo where nobody else is familiar is a bit like walking down the street and seeing that all the litter around the place relates to you.
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