For Evelyn

Her name was Evelyn and she married the boy across the street when she was a teenager.

For a long time she painted her eyebrows; her real eyebrows fell out when she was thirty.  Eventually she grew tired of the daily ritual and had them professionally tattooed.  They were just slightly crooked.  She wore her hair in short, silver curls, or “frizz” as she called it.  And she never went outside without her jewelry- one gold bracelet, one gold ring with the initial “E”, her wedding band, wedding ring, and something around her neck I can’t remember.  Her ears were not pierced.  She kept her nails long and polished and nearly always wore a vest with her slacks.

Her husband was a photographer, and she always wondered why she looked like a movie star when he took her picture.  It wasn’t until years later that he confessed he retouched each photo by hand to make her perfect.  After that, she rarely posed for pictures.

Stuck in the Cretaceous– Back in April…

Kittens in Carbonite will return full-force in April.  In the meantime, I’m locked in the studio with a dinosaur.