Actress Claudia Black HD Instagram Photos and Wallpapers March 2018

So I did some work in my airstream yesterday. It got hot so I took off my sweater. Then it got really cold when I came inside to get food and it was laundry day. No food around worth eating so I’d have to order something. Not many clothes around on laundry day, so the only thing I could find with sleeves that was clean was this shirt. Now, just before I meant to throw out this shirt, that at the time last year had two holes I’d thought,” I wonder how they make those shirts at the markets with the torn lines across them?” Rather than looking that up online as a normal person would do, I just went for it and then cast the unsurprisingly failed attempt back into the cupboard possibly to be lost in there for years. ( I don’t know why I didn’t throw it out. Perhaps so I could have this very moment) Though find that “shirt” I did, yesterday eve and I popped it on. And even though it provided no warmth I forgot I was wearing it. Until I ran a hot bath and caught sight of myself. Then I remembered the delivery guy’s face when I’d stepped out nonchalantly to receive my food. The dude had looked pale and was stammering. Had I been ravaged by a tiger whilst diy-ing? Or had this super hungry chick tried to make one of those shirts from the markets with the torn lines and tie thingies and clearly not succeeded? I guess he’ll never know though two things are for certain. This is bad porn. And delivery dude? You’re welcome.

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Best valentines gift ever- a finger that is healing really well. Thanks for all the check ins and well wishes. I had given the finger the working title name of “2017” as the middle finger pretty much summed up that year though I’m thinking I may call her “Lucky” instead. The surgeons keep reminding me just how lucky I am-this could have been so very much worse. Way to reframe a big FU into something meaningful, positive and auspicious.

Happy new year everyone. May your 2018 be as juicy, sweet and satisfying as this magnificent Kensington Pride mango. #myfavouriteaustralianflavor

#nofilter I came by this vision driving in my car and snapped this moment through the windshield. To the artist’s right, another artist on another cherry picker. To his right, tourists on the sidewalk below, taking selfies nestled in between a crudely painted pair of wings on a lower wall. I watched as people walked past the men painting. Were they seeing this? Was anyone sharing this moment with me? Two male artists up high, bathed in a God-like gold? I turned the corner, parked my car and walked briskly back to the wall and these men. Could I get a better picture? The light had faded, my heart pounding, the moment passed, and I needed to share it. “Excuse me,” I called up, smiling, shining to this man on the left. He was wearing ear buds though could hear me.”I don’t mean to disturb you from your work, I just wanted to show you something.” ” Sure,” he responded as he lowered the cherry picker down toward me. I held up my phone like a slightly shy child with my little offering- this moment I’d caught of him in glistening pixels. Embarrassed that I’d stopped his work, hoping it would be worth it, “I just wanted you to see this. People always take photos with those wings over there and they’re ignoring the magic right here.” “It doesn’t matter what we paint, they’re always looking at those wings.” “Well,” I replied,” not only are they missing out on what you’re painting, they missed this too. You are an artist and you are also the art. You ARE the art.” He looked at me like,’o-key cray-zee’ I started to shuffle off and thought, I’ll still show the painter on the right, so I held up my picture to him again, this little child, as if my subtext was screaming, ” please look! Please see! I’m trying to show you how beautiful you are!” “Cool,” he nodded. I had somehow failed the attempted connection with these men. I couldn’t share what I’d yearned to with them. Though the beauty of that moment was dominating my heart space. I got some felafel and now share it with you. #citylife

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Two artists in a box. One is napping. @infinityboxes LA Art Show #dtla

#womensmarch2018la #dtla

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#nofilter then we got treated to an amazing sky to end our crazy day. Though likely a result of the fires we were still grateful for the beauty.

The twins are sleeping head to head again. I don’t know why I love it so much.

#homemadecake Gf brownie cakes with chocolate mousse ganache and 24 carat edible gold- my 6th grader wanted to go all out this year for #valentinesday . Gold is a homeopathic remedy for perfectionism. Just tasted one of the cakes and the bottom is a wee bit burned. #cured #easycomeeasygo #swingsandroundabouts