April 4, 2013


I'm working on one of those posts with Big Thoughts.  Meanwhile, I will entertain you with the OTHER girl on my bulletin board.
Judging by the way the guys around her are dressed, this must be the 1920s.  I see more than her vampiness...maybe her independence? Her ability to command your attention?  Who knows...I just know I love her to pieces.

And I wonder a lot how she turned out.  I never forget that the blue-haired ladies blocking Aisle 5 with a shopping cart, the invisible women lining the halls of the nursing home, the aunt with the funny-smelling apartment...they are each the stuff of the black and white photos scattered on the flea market table.  You just can't tell unless you know how to see.