notes
babblings!
12/06/06
Sometimes I take my grandmother’s uniqueness for granted.
When I was young one of my favorite things to do was sit on a small foot stool she kept in the hallway. It was at the base of a full length mirror and I’d luxuriate in said mirror while using the stool as a prop to strike poses. The stool was very clearly the perfect little girl size and not meant for adults.
Then I saw the stool a few years ago. It’s covered in fur: real corse black fur. And apparently not the good stuff because there are leathery patches where it’s rubbed off. It reminds me of my first few attempts at making book covers.
Then I remember she owned the salient character from Monkey Shine.
And now this:
Give thanks!