Fruits

Moby loves the kettle full to the top, so he can lick out of the spout. I sat in the chair with my feet up when they put in the door yesterday afternoon, so that he could sit on me and be comforted. A lot of loud noises and banging. When I got sore, D picked him off and took my place, and Moby then settled on him in the same way. Either one will do, apparently.



When I got off very early today, D and I walked to, and through, the Farts Aestival. Mostly because in the guide for the festival there was a photo for the artists who so touched me the last time we went - several years ago. We'd looked at our savings, decided we could get some art - as we'd always wanted to, over twenty years of hoping one day we would find something we loved when we could afford it.

This apparently is the year of fruition.



I rather wanted the foot, but standing in front of these countenances, we would not have chosen otherwise. A place will be created in the garden.

Really getting hot, and the walk home was heavy laden. It's not as heavy as it looks, and we traded off, but it's not light either. Which seemed an important part of the sojourn. We did have good, wide brimmed hats.

6 comments:

Blogger Joan said...

Thank you for the link. Some things are definitely worth waiting for.

01:28  
Blogger Lucy said...

I have a fondness for enigmatic little faces, had difficulty resisting a small soapstone pendant of one in London, but it was a bit expensive and not quite right. I'd be tempted to treasure this inside the house, though your climate is probably less hard in some ways on outside things - less rain green algae to wear away at things. It's a lovely piece, you'll always be glad you bought it.

02:55  
Blogger Relatively Retiring said...

A great investment. It will give you years of enjoyment.
Of course water needs to be lapped from the spout of the kettle!

05:20  
Blogger Phil Plasma said...

Great find.

11:00  
Blogger herhimnbryn said...

Serenity in stone.

17:02  
Blogger Zhoen said...

H,
Oh, THAT'S what I was reminded of! Your face tile in the blue box. Kindred artists.

Lucy,
It's meant to be weathered, I think. We are planning a place for it.

RR,
Such a rare outburst of spending for us. No regrets.

Phil,
Thank you.

17:44  

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