Dogs are *so* emotional.
2/10/21
Your Daily Golden Moment
Contemplation, denial, love, surrender, and impatience.
Dogs are *so* emotional.
Dogs are *so* emotional.
2/9/21
2/8/21
Custom order
Headed to L.A. Prior to Covid 80% of my cusotmer base was southern CA, studios, movie industry, and stars :/
I can't drop customer names however a hyper rare Orry Kelly necktie went to a man....no, I still can't. But that Orry Kelly Necktie was most likely the only of his neckties to have survived.
I can't drop customer names however a hyper rare Orry Kelly necktie went to a man....no, I still can't. But that Orry Kelly Necktie was most likely the only of his neckties to have survived.
2/7/21
Pedigree
My lineage is artists and engineers.
My maternal grandfather was Wilhelm Busch, an immigrant from Germany after WWI. He had flown with Manfred ( Baron) Von Richthofen and was a topographer. My mother had a photo of him with his squad. He had written in white ink the names of the soldiers with him across their chest. On one side of him was Hermann Goering. To the other was Rudolf Hess. The photo is currently in a siblings safety deposit box hidden from history.
After the war he played violin in silent motion picture theaters in Germany before immigrating. He was also a photographer.
In the early 20s, he traveled the US with a circus as a musician.
He met my maternal grandmother in Springfield, IL. They had a...rendezvous and she discovered she was with child shortly after the circus left for STL. More travel and a long story shortened, a shot gun was present at their wedding.
They eventually settled in STL in the 50s where GF Busch was first chair with the STL symphony and in off season worked at American Can Company as a label designer. American Can was bought by Consolidated Chemical and he designed their logo.
He owned and played both a Guarnerius and a Stradivarius violin. The Guarneriushad a carved rose. His bow had cost $500, shocking all family members.
When he died my mother received the violins. Not knowing their value she took them to Bearden Violin Shopand was told they were priceless. She thought this meant they didn't have value and shipped them to her brother.
No one knows what became of them, not even my cousins.
After she graduated from Roosevelt high school in the late 40s my mother.
A talented artist as a teenager, she went to work with her father. She illustrated magazine stories.
My maternal grandfather was Wilhelm Busch, an immigrant from Germany after WWI. He had flown with Manfred ( Baron) Von Richthofen and was a topographer. My mother had a photo of him with his squad. He had written in white ink the names of the soldiers with him across their chest. On one side of him was Hermann Goering. To the other was Rudolf Hess. The photo is currently in a siblings safety deposit box hidden from history.
After the war he played violin in silent motion picture theaters in Germany before immigrating. He was also a photographer.
In the early 20s, he traveled the US with a circus as a musician.
He met my maternal grandmother in Springfield, IL. They had a...rendezvous and she discovered she was with child shortly after the circus left for STL. More travel and a long story shortened, a shot gun was present at their wedding.
They eventually settled in STL in the 50s where GF Busch was first chair with the STL symphony and in off season worked at American Can Company as a label designer. American Can was bought by Consolidated Chemical and he designed their logo.
He owned and played both a Guarnerius and a Stradivarius violin. The Guarneriushad a carved rose. His bow had cost $500, shocking all family members.
When he died my mother received the violins. Not knowing their value she took them to Bearden Violin Shopand was told they were priceless. She thought this meant they didn't have value and shipped them to her brother.
No one knows what became of them, not even my cousins.
After she graduated from Roosevelt high school in the late 40s my mother.
A talented artist as a teenager, she went to work with her father. She illustrated magazine stories.
The Orginal Fake News was White Jesus
Mary's blond kid with blue eyes.
Whenever I see a sale on a 50s hand painted Mary today I bring her and her bossy little kid home.
Resell value is still strong. Bahaha.
Whenever I see a sale on a 50s hand painted Mary today I bring her and her bossy little kid home.
Resell value is still strong. Bahaha.
2/6/21
2/5/21
Happy Valentine's Day
Last year on the way to the Katherine Dunham Museum in East St Louis.
Call to see if the museum is still open for touring during Black History MOnth and covi :/
Call to see if the museum is still open for touring during Black History MOnth and covi :/
Travels with Dear Boi
It's likely this was our last sojourn together. We were at BJC. She always entertained me while I wanted in rooms where the women come and go.
Birthday
A photo from my birthday party with two women who were BFs: Carrie Lindsey and Pat Wax.
I made that dress! I wanted to wear an Oldsmoble
I made that dress! I wanted to wear an Oldsmoble
Just one of the Treasures that has passed through my Hands
Antique 30s turquoise lampwork bead necklace with spun gold. DoOuble strand, made in Germany.
I love my job. For the last 35 years I've been a treasure hunter. I have the abilty to quickly identity rare things that typically cost me less than $5.
I had a retail store but then the miracle of the Webs changed my life for the better. There's nothing like waking up to a series of sales to pack :)
I love my job. For the last 35 years I've been a treasure hunter. I have the abilty to quickly identity rare things that typically cost me less than $5.
I had a retail store but then the miracle of the Webs changed my life for the better. There's nothing like waking up to a series of sales to pack :)
1/30/21
1/29/21
Dreaming about My Forever President
In the dream I was in a massive hotel with a lot of official people looking over a dark and swelling river.
Some doomsday effect was going down. Perhaps the river had ruptured and exhausted lives.
Maybe the sun was leaking and we were quarantined.
Something inense.
I held a bossy management position. Comprehensive and authoritative decisions were expected of me.
Disaster management.
I was tired. My teeth hurt and were being crushed by other teeth. The party was contrived and rife with white men.
I gazed at the bulging river through distorted hotel glass.
I liked the music being played in the room, upbeat in contrast to the view.
Barak Obama walked into the room. I felt relief. I grinned at him.
Some doomsday effect was going down. Perhaps the river had ruptured and exhausted lives.
Maybe the sun was leaking and we were quarantined.
Something inense.
I held a bossy management position. Comprehensive and authoritative decisions were expected of me.
Disaster management.
I was tired. My teeth hurt and were being crushed by other teeth. The party was contrived and rife with white men.
I gazed at the bulging river through distorted hotel glass.
I liked the music being played in the room, upbeat in contrast to the view.
Barak Obama walked into the room. I felt relief. I grinned at him.
The sun appeared all crisp and new.
The mood instantly changed. Someone offered him a drink.
He was relaxed and happy.
People were taking photos of him with their phones.
I asked him to dance and he stared at me.
You're so short, he said. It would be like dancing with a child.
He lifted me onto an ottoman with casters and this is how we danced. My hand on his shoulder as he slid me about the room. I was laughing with delight.
You can fix anything, I told him.
No, he said, I just know how to dance.
1/25/21
What I do in the Winter when I can't be in the Garden
I look up and as the earth turns so does the light display.
Movie Stills from my Narrative
Rainbow at the Junction under Cirrus.
My relentless obsession documenting the number 3 which is the lucky prime in Math Theory.
For my funny Valentine.
My relentless obsession documenting the number 3 which is the lucky prime in Math Theory.
For my funny Valentine.
#ControltheNarrative
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