November and December were busy months for me as the Animal Print orders steadily trickled in. A long-time Gadora reader, Ann, sent a request for her husband’s 60th birthday. Would I paint their two Chocolate Labs? It came with an inquiry about my own dearly departed (and once doted on) kitties. How was I doing since they were gone? I rather adore this woman. She’s quick to comment and share her design (and personal thoughts) and as such I feel sure we are kindred spirits.

Meet her Hazel.

Hazel sitting pretty.

And his Cody.

Cody by the pool...

I’m typically quite reluctant to post any Animal Prints on Gadora before they are received. Online posts are deceptive as the watercolors are infinitely more interesting (and detailed) in person (…and I hate to ruin any surprise). But Ann’s portraits went to Colorado while she flew off to Florida to tend to her family.

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Weeks ago Gadora wrote about a puppy named Puppy. The GF who ordered the Animal Print emailed Puppy’s framed pic long ago. I’m just now getting around to posting (sorry)! Received the photo with another no-nonsense one-liner, “brooke and dan loved their puppy. here’s how i framed it.”

Puppy got Framed.

I love it. Thanks Al.
For the rest of you,  click right here…. to see Puppy’s original post.

Gadora has before mentioned the almost bah humbug-like attitude I possess when it comes to decorating for the holidays. It stems from the ruthless way stores shove glittery Christmas crap at us earlier and earlier every year. Hey, before you get started… I’m all for the Holidays. I like my family. And I’m down with the Chocolate Vegan Chili recipes, and consuming way too much dessert. I simply identify more closely with Charlie Brown’s philosophy: “I won’t let all this commercialism ruin my Christmas!”

My first Christmas in New York I lived not far from The Met on Manhattan’s Upper East Side. It was a small studio, fit me just right, but there was no room for a tree. Armed with winter gloves and gall, I strolled over to Central Park and clandestinely plucked out a few fallen branches. Dragged them the few blocks home and up to my roof where I deleafed them, sprayed and adorned them. “I’ll take this little tree home and decorate it! And I’ll show ‘em.”

Charlie Brown Christmas…

By December 15th of this year we’d not done one thing to prepare for the holidays. No light strung, no sweets made, no nothing really. We’d planned our second annual Festivus for the Rest of Us party—where decorations (and tinsel) are abhorred—but I  knew the BFF was secretly hankering to bust out the Christmas boxes. “How about I make us a tree for the party,” I pose. She squealed. Gadora intended to repurpose the branches I’d witnessed her saw off a tree a few days earlier, saving them the fate of the trash can. It would be our Zero Dollar Christmas Tree… no tree felled, we’d craft the ornaments ourselves and enjoy an evening with the girls while pulling it all together.

Our tree.

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Gadora has happily been off-line lately. Out of the country, actually. Just returned from Istanbul, not Constantinople*, where I spent a splendid week with the family.

Beforehand I’d hurried through the packing, sure to include only the most essential wardrobe elements: slouchy Frye boots, sensible-but-saucy walking shoes,  2 leggings, lots of lightweight sweaters and tops for layering and a Harajuku Lovers cross-shoulder bag. I was certain to buy a mess of stuff at the famous Grand Bazaar. On the quickie layover in Chicago, where I caught up with a dear friend, I remembered I’d neglected to pack a journal. I wouldn’t survive the 10 1/2 hour journey across the Atlantic with Sudoku alone! After perusing a few shoppes in bustling Geneva, Gadora decided to make her own.

Notebook ~ Before

It would boast no lines. I’d be doodling in it, after all. We found it at the local Walgreens, but it was lacking any style. My friend had a recent style-guide with a suitable cover, and allowed me to commandeer it for the project. Tape, I’ll need tape. And scissors. Easy enough, though she’d just moved into her new digs.

The Supplies...

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It’s fair to say Gadora has been living as a vagabond, albeit a fairly glamorous one, for the last few years. The BFF graciously took me in a little under 2 years ago and her generosity since has been monumental. We have such an exceptional time together, she and I in our adventures, laughing our way through this thing called life. As a result of being slightly disheveled, and in the hopes of securing my next best nest, I’m as slow to unpack here as I have been in the last few spots I’ve hung my temporary hat (a finely crafted fedora is actually a hair more accurate). In the process, it turns out, I can live without quite a lot.

The ONE thing I’ve been sure to cart around are my… shoes. Upon moving in, I took over what was then the office. She let me rearrange furniture and call the space my own. We’ve been peas in a cozy pod until this week’s acquisition of fuchsia Hello Kitty skimmers (below) prompted a reorganization of my entire collection of shoes: reds with same, dressy metallics on the left, black pumps grouped together, flops and sneakers to the right just out of frame and boots (not pictured) paired toe-to-toe and heel-to-heel along the top shelf of my closet. I. Seriously. Love. Shoes.

Shoe closet organizer...

I’ve still not dragged home all of my shoes from my parents’ place, but have managed to fashion my closet after the one I so loved in Park Slope. My former decade in the shoe-biz still provides some of my most heartfelt connections and memories—ones for which I am eternally grateful—and allowed me to amass a rather covetable shoe collection. While the last two years hampered Gadora from adding crisp and fancy footwear to my current library, I’ve had a marvelous time getting back to my boots, errr… roots while hunting for vintage shoes.

Hello Kitty skimmers by Margaret J.

Over the weekend the BFF and I jaunted off to Goodwill for a few Halloween costume ideas, where I returned practically empty-handed… armed with nothing more than a new pair of (old) shoes. Hello Kitty! Ok, they’re not really Hello Kitty, but they boast a kitten, sporting a gold collar, playing with a ball. How cool are they? And besides, I miss mine immensely (see yesterday’s post).

Trying on my skimmers...

They are utterly ridiculous—and that makes them entirely fabulous.

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