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Candy Lou Arrives

Today, I opened a brown box sent by my mom. As usual, the box was chock full of special things -- prints by an artist who speaks my color language, a mexican papier mache bird, some Texas-y grocery bags
... and Candy Lou. She weighs heavy in all the right places like a real baby. Her clothes are faded and her face is well-kissed. She's not too floppy, more like a lovey with a back-bone. Her hat, though, is fall-in-your-face type of hat... but I think that's just because she loves it too much to take it off and fix it up a little. She's one of those girls who doesn't think she's pretty, but she knows darn-tootin' that she is "Beee-you-tee-ful, Sister!"
She's crying out for some glittery, beady angel wings. I think they might be silver and blue with some paint splattered around on them. She thinks her very favorite wings would be those she could buy at a thrift store, but she's really too inexperienced to know that angel wings aren't like that. You have to make your own.

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  1. LindaApril 27, 2010 at 4:41 PM

    Did your coco-Bird arrive in tact? I just had the best lunch with Pam and Gail at a place you're going to love. It's called YUMS--and that it is. The scarf I sent you was handmade by Alison--I don't think you've met her yet. I can't wait to see what you do with your Candy Lou! I love you to pieces and back again.

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  2. LindaApril 27, 2010 at 7:15 PM

    OH I see--the bird did arrive!
    I love the way you describe Candy Lou here.
    I think we should collaborate and write a book about her journey--from Heaven Sent Thrift Shop to your Angel Wings Studio. I have started the story as my May page in the altered book.

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