Here is another photo of my real house, real life, real colors that I choose to live with. (Yes, I live with different colors in my home than I wear on myself; houses look better in coral than fuschia, in my opinion.)
The duckie is tiny, the very far bottom left corner of the photo. I got him in Montreal the first time I went there (alone, and I don’t speak any French at all). He doesn’t float well, he goes around on his side with one eye in the water and one facing up, but it makes me really happy to have a rubber duckie to go with my claw-footed tub.
I finished taxes. I’m very happy about that. Now I have only 2 computer-work deadlines (one for Mom, one for Altu) and a dance concert (tons of rehearsals in the next 2 weeks or so). And the normal teaching schedule, of course. That feels like a light load at this point.
But it means I have to dance at 9:30am. I usually wake up at 11 (because I get on a roll and I typically finally go to bed at 3am, not because I laze in bed forever). I need to stop typing and go to bed.
In the meantime, enjoy these colors. This photo sort of reminds me of my colorful dishes (a few days ago on this blog), you know?
I found these towels just the way they are hanging, did not touch them or rearrange for the photo. I looked in the door of the bathroom and it was so pretty I stopped and smiled. Then I figured you might smile, too. After all, you all seemed to respond well to the colored dishes. At least two of you bought Fiesta dishes after that post. Dang!
Oh, and I’m clear that usually a still life has something that is alive or once was… a rubber duckie is as close as I get in this shot, but I gave in to the amusing title even though it was inaccurate.