Procrastination AND insomnia

Ah well. Can't sleep.
More about my West Coast road trip, shall we?

Here's one of my marvelous friends.

I visited Francey whilst in LA.

She lives in a beautiful and weird little house in Glendale.
It's entirely unique.

We've known each other for about 15 years,
and people often confuse one of us with the other...
or they did when we lived in the same town.




Oddly, we've "lived in the same town" on two different continents,
so there've been many opportunities for mistaken identity.
Fortunately, we both live such upright, moral lives
that no incriminating or sordid details were spilled.



You know me: Mrs. Buttoned-Up.

After Francey took me to the Getty,
we zipped over to the Norton Simon Museum.
Of course, you can't take photos inside the galleries,
but once again, the gardens were marvelous.

Look how cleverly the sculptures have been placed
to echo the landscaping.

Or perhaps it's the other way around.

Do you suppose they put in the trees to match the sculptures?

Obviously, what I know about growing trees
you could put on the head of a pin, so...

Apparently someone isn't a big fan of Barbara Hepworth.

Can you tell?

In addition to being a stellar human being,
Francey's also a talented painter.

Here's a painting Francey did of me a few years ago.


Count your lucky stars,
I've spared you the other, a nude.
Because I don't have liability insurance covering accidental blindness for my readers.

Besides, then I'd have to call myself Mrs. Unbuttoned,
and we can't have that.
This is a family blog, folks.

To end on a serene note,
here is Francey's painting of the park at Virginia Water
where she and I used to go walking.

Lovely, isn't it?
Gosh, sometimes I really miss England.

You can see more of Francey's artwork here.


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