On Thursday I had the house inspection. It took longer than I thought, and I had to leave before he was totally done. The fact that I'm claustrophobic as hell, and he was about to squeeze into the crawl space, probably helped propel me out the door.
On Friday I got up bright and early and (eventually) drove to Philadelphia. Friday night was spent with
As I ran out of the house on Friday, I grabbed my mail, which included an envelope from
It couldn't have been more perfect. The card. The pennies. The timing. I'd been thinking how well
Then
And as for the show ... I don't even have words. I've seen one or two of her paintings before, but to be that close to so many of her really famous pieces ... just wow. The two paintings that really need to be seen in person to be appreciated: Moses and My Dress Hangs There. I never realized that My Dress Hangs There was a collage before!
I also spent an absurd amount of money in the gift shop, in large part with the idea that I wanted framed Fridas for the walls in my new house. Totally worth it.
Unfortunately, after Frida there was very little time left for Philly. We grabbed a quick lunch at a nearby Whole Foods, then it was off to visit the house I used to live in when I lived there (yes, nearly 20 years ago). It looks almost exactly the same.
Unfortunately, South Street does not, tho that's another story.
But my time was up and we rushed home to pick up
Sadly, I was too pooped to be very much fun, but I flirted with The Puppy (who was also being flirted with by Baiyinah's friends), chatted briefly with Sprout, clapped loudly for Free, and then came home and collapsed.
I want to write more about a conversation I had with
Also, many thanks to