the promise

i kind of almost stepped right into the painting with my foot. while i was wondering whether the reproduction was any good, i picked up the frame and held it closer to my eye. i rubbed my fingertops against the canvas. not a photocopy, some real painting had been going on here. it was dark in the thrift shop, but the january sales were still on (of course), and i took the lady in situ home. i held her close to my heart as i was buying celery, apple and radish on the fresh market. then i bumped into a real life woman i hadn't seen for a long time. we saluted. i got acquainted again to her daughter, whom i hadn't seen for eighteen years.

i drifted home. i had my lunch in front of episod one to UPSTAIRS, DOWNSTAIRS, anno pre-world war II. then i sat myself down to do my e-mails, and i remembered. who was she? i picked her up from off the bathroom floor where she lay patiently waiting, and googled around a bit. i quickly discovered she was lady henri van de velde-sèthe, painted by theo van rysselberghe. i smiled now, adjusted a bit of flaked off paint at the top, and promised her a place under a soft spotlight, in my bedroom to be.
well, we all got to bribe ourselves with something, in order to get things done by our own hands, don't we? today madame van de velde did just that. ☻ more thrifting going on over at sophie's! ♥ also, GIVEWAY still running, i entice you.