Friday, July 2, 2010
"What is fame? an empty bubble:" so said James Grainger back in the 1700s. But I like bubbles, especially on sunny days when sitting on the grass with children, bubble wands and bottles of soap suds in hand. And fame? I think the closest thing I'll come to it is my portrait which appears now in my profile here and elsewhere.
I have learned that my friends are quite capable of conspiring behind me to reach this end. My dear and distant friend Lisa, herself I suspect to be a card carrying crazy cat lady, hatched a scheme and roped in Debbie who asked Ali who checked with Liz who studied my cats closely. The result is indeed a small treasure. Haven't checked with the cats, but suspect that MrP will be unimpressed as usual, mainly because he doesn't have centre stage. Basil will be disgruntled that he has to share my lap, and doubtless hoping the book doesn't get too heavy and begin to lean on him (as indeed books have in the past).
I hope many other pet-obsessed friends will follow the practice of imortalising the addiction by visiting the gallery of Susan Faye. She was kind enough to interview me and the rest of the story is here.