Bag

My Mom’s wee bag from the 40s or 50’s – not sure which. She danced on Lawrence Welk once and I can’t help but wonder if she purchased the purse for that reason. It was a very big deal, back then.


Just think… every little pearl bead was hand stitched on. That must have been labor intensive.

Should have taken a picture of the interior; it’s pristine.

Never been to an event which would have merited a clutch of this beauty. Which is a damn shame.

Wildfire

The two fires just west of us in the everglades have taken over 19,000 acres.

My view to the west last night:

8.20.25
8.20.25

Allergies have overtaken me…

The Sky

Yesterday, Mike’s birthday.

Okay, I’ve obviously watched too much t.v. Can’t stop looking at the picture.

What I see: clearly, the world is about to end because there’s a mushroom cloud to the north. So, a lion is lifting a bear (really!) to a beautiful fountain to get… what? I get stuck there. Elixir of life? Grape soda??

Hmm…

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