Tomorrow’s Blog, Today

… or is it yesterday’s blog today? It’s being prepared on Saturday, because timelines for Sunday are iffy. So I suppose it really is yesterday’s blog today, but “tomorrow’s blog, today” sounds so much more newsworthy and current and stuff. Anyway…

Today, which is yesterday (Saturday) , Turtle was given a little something. Never mind that the whole point of the yard sale was to get rid of stuff; this little something, a purchase at the semi-annual craft fair in the park (the same weekend as the neighbourhood-wide yard sale) , is small, tasteful, one-of-a-kind, and beautiful. And colourful. And turtleful. And Jack picked it out. Here it is:

“I love it!” says Seamus.

It’s by a Toronto artist, Joanne Larkman. Apparently she does a lot of her artwork based on photos taken by her husband, Dave. The web site gives no more personal information, so I can’t say whether she’s Mohawk or Micmac or Macedonian — but I very much appreciate the style, and the fact that Jack thought of me/Turtle/Seamus when he bought it. Thank you!

“Woodland Turtle.” Ink and watercolour (?) , 2008, Joanne Victoria Larkman.

6 Responses to Tomorrow’s Blog, Today

  1. goodbear says:

    i really like that turtle!

  2. jamesviscosi says:

    Very pretty — I especially like the greens.

  3. eyegillian says:

    Ahem… dear turtle, did you forget to mention that this was an early birthday present, since you will be in dog-and-horse-land on your birthday this Wednesday? Oh, what was that — a secret. Ah. Well, if you insist, I won’t say anythi –

  4. lavenderbay says:

    Thanks, Goodbear! Jack has very good taste. Who else, at the age of — what, 7? — would decide on a hematite necklace (think black pearls) from the crystal-and-mineral shop for his mother’s Christmas gift, and remember on subsequent special occasions to get the matching bracelet and earrings?

    Thanks, James! And I like the little garnet-red bits in its spirit, or aura, or qi, umm… I’m gonna hafta do some reading up, I think.

    “After nearly ten years of relationship, Jessica could be silenced in mid-sentence, nay, mid-word, by a simple withering look from Mathilda, even at a distance of 60 miles.”

  5. Gina says:

    I love it!

  6. lavenderbay says:

    So do I, Gina. But I guess you knew that. 😉

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