Our trip to Portland the other day had a destination other than my husband’s face on the itinerary… and that was Edgecomb Pottery. A high end artsy gallery where my thoughtful spouse likes to shop for gifts.
And as we walked around? it was obvious just how much he enjoys shopping there.
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See that bird?
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Here’s mine.
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See that lamp?
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Yup.
Have one of those too.
Our reason for shopping that day was the return of the thoughtful (but odd, and not my taste) bracelet my husband had given me for my birthday.
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I love that he tries, but he rarely scores a win when buying me jewelry so we exchange quite often.
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This was my substitution piece. Hard to tell by the photo, but it’s gold and silver intertwined.
The husband and I stopped into an antique shop the other day and when he asked the cashier where the rest room was located? She neglected to mention the all seeing eye.
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From far away this piece of art does indeed look like an eye.
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Though when you see it from the side?
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You realize the artist probably has a cellar filled with junk like ours.
My husband’s cousin’s son (is that second cousin?) is a doctor. He was the first physician who diagnosed my late mother’s terminal cancer and was the epitome of professionalism with compassion.
And if that’s not impressive enough? I’ve just discovered he’s been hiding a whole lotta artistic talent under that white coat.
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Apparently the basement of his old Victorian home is being turned into a shrine to rock and roll.
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He just started posting pictures of his work and all I could think was, damn.
River's world..... 