Unpacking stash of vintage doll-parts...

Looks like this guy who I got a shot of in the props department at the Schaubühne!

I think about this post a lot. How many eyes does your mansion-self possess?

Sidewalk ghost...
#Toronto

Sometimes when I'm sad I look at this 3,500 year old little guy and his little face. I hope he might give you a brief moment of cheer-up too.

Love this amazing 1970s graphic design statement from Agriculture Canada

At least one museum heard you, I still have the Little Hippo Guy repro my parents brought back from a trip...

Toronto traffic mood... #Toronto

Repost you from a different era... crimping irons were not a great tool for naturally curly hair.

Spotting this Halloween bike outside the pharmacy was a bright spot in an otherwise depressingly phlegm-ridden weekend.

In 2014 I read a lot of fiction about the First World War. Now in 2024 I can barely wrap my head around what shows up in the news. Dropping some Siegfried Sassoon here because I myself have no words.

Sometimes I miss the strange world of working in a hospital, the way they're mini-cities unto themselves, the way in a single afternoon you can go from joy to tragedy to the ridiculous (*so* many meetings about the toaster policy) to the utterly mundane. But I don't think I can go back, not now.

Hauled out my old Playmobil circus for my nephews, but replacement parts are now considered vintage collectibles & cost $$$, so I've been cobbling together replacement hair/hats/figures & have accidentally created a Playmobil glam rock group...

Pondering fleeing into the possibly lightly cursed woods because I can't deal with people right now.