Three on Thursday this week.
Thing 1.

This guy had a Golden Birthday on the 12th! We were all finally able to get together 10 days later, and it’s another week before I’m getting around to posting. Who cares? The kid who made me a grandma is a dozen years old!! Crazy. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JUNAH!! (They are only blue-light glasses, he just likes wearing them.)
Thing 2.
I had a vague recollection of someone taking my phone when they were over… Malina! I think she even flashed it in front of my face in order to unlock it. That explains the random photos I found alongside the birthday pics.

I have at least three versions of this print — Flower Girl in Holland (1887) by George Hitchcock — including one that isn’t cropped like this, as they so often are, which also crops out the artist’s signature. I first became aware of this print because my sister Sharon had one, which I inherited… but not before I already acquired one of my own (the uncropped version) and maybe another besides. Anyway, naturally, Sharon’s always the first to come to mind whenever I see one and, though I don’t always have to have it, there are times. This one is different. I don’t know if unframing it would give me more context, but it’s almost like it was a “coloring page” of sorts and someone interpreted it for themselves — but didn’t sign it themselves. It says “Flower Girl in Holland” on the bottom left and “Hitchcock” on the right. Anyway, for $10? Nicely matted & in a frame? Yes, please.

“Winter tableau.” Actually, all of these, except for the gnome candle, have resided year round, for many years (hence the dustiness), on the top of the doorway header between the living area & kitchen (living room side). They were displaced with the great artwork re-hang a while back. I’m not sure I’m ready to be rid of them yet.
Thing 3.
I bought a LEGO set… for myself.

I have been an Assistant LEGO Builder/Scrounger for years… it’s been ages since I took the lead.

Again, the need for color in my world, I guess. This was also last Sunday, so something to focus on for a few minutes other than the incomprehensible (still) murder of Alex Pretti that happened on Saturday in Minneapolis. Sunflowers were also my mom’s favorite flowers, and she’d have celebrated her 88th birthday this Saturday.


















