The two stood in the doorway, regarding the scene of the party. Do you think anyone will like me?, asked the one. They better, scowled the other. Anyway, I like you. And that is what matters most.
Dear reader, thank you for the very sweet comments you left on the previous post. Your reactions to my little sketch made me feel as if Picasso had drawn something on a napkin instead.
It led me to think about my paints and wonder where they were. And my paper. And my favorite pencils.
This morning I found them all except the pencils.
Confession: I know I'm supposed to be unpacking, but I'm not. I've sort of hit this equilibrium wherein the necessities for survival are present and accounted for: sour gummies, yellow cardigan, and matches.
Beyond that, there are simply too many other interests or piles of feral laundry compelling my time to muster curiousity for the contents of our remaining boxes. Well, I have been wondering about a pair of Tibetan bells and some pens with a .3mm tip, but otherwise Mr. Collins and I really don't care.
Mr. Collins is, of course, my tiny talking turtle...I failed to mention him earlier as part of the equilibrium because I felt the necessity of a tiny talking turtle to be self evident. Don't you?
At any rate, would you like to have this uncertain girl and her stubborn rabbit? Could they come home and sit with you? If so, please leave a comment at the bottom of this post.
If you help spread the word via Facebook or pretty much any other medium excluding graffiti on the bathroom walls, then by all means feel free to leave additional entries.
I will return to announce a winner this Friday.