The Ghosts of Little Reds Past

I've often revisted the muse that is Little Red Ridinghood. All these Reds have wandered off to new homes now, but I still think of them fondly and miss them.

Pacific January Angel

This lanky angel is my favorite this week. She's rather gray, like Winter here in the Pacific Northwest. And rather long and lean, also like the winters here. Ah well, sometimes rallying against the inevitable is so much more tiring than surrendering to it.



The rest of the members of The Cart
don't like her baldy-ness,
but somehow it just suited her.

That's an old key around her neck. I've got lots of them tucked around here. Can we guess anything about someone who collects keys? Is it someone with secrets? Someone desperate to unlock the mysteries of things? Maybe someone who finds beauty in the minutia of everyday. Or maybe keys are just pretty.

Antidote for Gray

The daze here have been gray, grayer, and grayest lately. The more dreary the weather, the more cheerful the colors I pull out are. When we lived in Florida, the cheerful colors stayed tucked in their painty drawer. Come to think of it, they probably weren't very cheerful at all, huddled together in the dark as they were.