Angels, Heirlooms, And Pantaloons

Taking a break from admiring my mother’s artwork and getting our house organized and arranged, I went with Judy for my second visit to the Municipal Belen (click here for last time) and came across some additional interesting items.

Our friend Pedro had mentioned to me that there was an angel visiting a man in bed (innuendo included). I missed that the first time around, so I searched until I found them. What bible story is that?

(Click the images for a closer look at the art and the angel… and the underwear.)

WHOEVER THAT IS IN BED SURE LOOKS SEDUCTIVE.
IS THEIR ROOM OVER A GAY BAR?!?
ONE OF SEVERAL SETS OF UNDERGARMENTS BLOWING
IN THE BREEZE ON THE ROOFTOPS OF BETHLEHEM.

DUDO ADMIRING MY MOTHER’S COCKTAIL TABLE AND CARPET.
(THE DUCHESS WOULD NOT BE PLEASED TO SEE HIM ON THE TABLE!)
OIL ON CANVAS BY THE DOWAGER DUCHESS.
27 X 21 INCHES (69 X 53 CM)
OIL ON WOOD BY THE DOWAGER DUCHESS.
4-1/2 X 5-1/2 INCHES (11.5 X 14 CM)

“I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me…”

Extreme Make-Overs And The Kid Brother

Today’s lunch out was good, but our identical glamorous makeovers were even better. It was simply one of those setups where you shove your head through a hole and look like whatever is on the other side. Our heads wouldn’t quite fit, but we managed (and Photoshop helped smooth out the edges).

(If you think you can handle our glorious magnificence, click the images.)

A few hours later, my day continued to improve when The Kid Brother surprised me with a FaceTime call. He’s finally got it back up and running. So, instead of a weekly phone call, we’ll be able to see each other. Neither one of us could stop smiling.

I can be the one you call…

Art, Art I Want You

We shipped a few pieces of furniture, some artwork, and two boxes of miscellaneous goods from my mother’s (The Dowager Duchess) New York apartment in late August. It went from there to Amsterdam to Madrid and finally arrived here in Fuengirola today.

New York and Madrid were great — well, except for the guy who incompetently packed the two boxes of miscellaneous goods. So, OK, Madrid was great.

The representative in Amsterdam sat on the shipment for nearly three months. As he explained to San Geraldo, when he finally responded, “It’s a long way from Amsterdam to Spain.”

But, it’s here. And it’s a joy to see my mother’s things in our house — especially my mother’s paintings, sculptures, and needlework.

Today’s photo is an embroidery The Dowager Duchess did more than 25 years ago. It’s 18 x 22 inches (46 x 56cm) and the work is so expert that, at first glance (and sometimes even after careful study), most people think it’s an oil painting.

As we unpack and start to get organized, we’re reminded of — and in awe of — my mother’s exceptional talent. (Click the image to be wowed.)

“So I pondered the point of art in this life…”

Geraldo Picasso Blowing In The Wind

The sky was a brilliant blue and the sun was shining this morning. So San Geraldo suggested we drive the 15 minutes up the hill to Mijas Pueblo. Then we headed out for coffee and we were reminded how much our recently glass-curtained terrace protects us from.

The wind was gusting and we were nearly blown off our feet. Still, what’s a little breeze when you’ve  got the Mediterranean sun?

So, San Geraldo and Judy did crossword puzzles, we had coffee, and we were off to Mijas Pueblo. (Click for bigger pics.)

SAN GERALDO’S PUZZLE LOOKS LIKE
OUR KITCHEN AFTER HE COOKS.
I DON’T KNOW WHY. A REPLICA OF BIG BEN IN MIJAS PUEBLO.
NOTICE THE VIVID BLUE SKY — AND THE BLOWING PALMS.
AFTER AN INDOOR LUNCH AT BAR MARTINA,
STILL BLOWING AND THE SKIES ARE NO LONGER BLUE.
PABLO PICASSO ON A CHAIR NEAR THE RESTAURANT BEFORE LUNCH.
SAN GERALDO ON A BENCH NEAR A SHOP AFTER LUNCH.
MUCH COLDER AND THE SKY THREATENS. TIME TO HEAD HOME.
BACK ON OUR TERRACE
HAPPY AMARYLLIS UNAWARE OF THE WIND.

The answer, my friend, is still blowing in the wind…

S&M Santa, Baby

Less then 8 months before I met San Geraldo, he and his roommate hosted a tree-trimming party. All guests were required to bring a Christmas ornament. When San Geraldo and his roommate went their separate ways, they split up the ornaments.

There was one I wished San Geraldo had left behind. The ornament was known as S&M Santa. I made a point of hiding him on the tree every year. (If our tree had had a dungeon, that’s where he would have been.)

Recently, I was reminded of S&M Santa when reading a blogpost by Cheapchick. She had, I thought, the same Santa (click here), without the addition of steel and leather. Cheapchick referred to hers as Ugly Santa.

I recollected that we had finally gotten rid of S&M Santa when we downsized six years ago before our move to Spain. But, yesterday, when I unpacked the rest of our Christmas ornaments, I found him at the bottom of the box. Then I remembered telling San Geraldo, “Well, he’s survived 29 years. No reason to get rid of him now.”

It turns out Cheapchick’s Ugly Santa was a beauty queen compared to ours. So, here he is, even less attractive than I remembered him (but a lot tamer).

(Click the images; unfortunately, he’ll get bigger.)

Think of all the fun I’ve missed…