thrift store this afternoon, purchased a winner painting

Table that weighs more than a truck, thick marble top and hunky wood. Not sure about the style or how ancient this table is. It must have lived in a large house with large people!
 

 Fancy shifting that thing. Impossible. It will likely be there a long time unless a giant finds it for  his giant  castle.

Moving on to a shelf where this doll sat. Super shiny hard plastic,  jointed brilliantly,  pose-able in  all ways, yoga pretzel bendy poses. I left her there but not without looking her up- She is a Disney babe- the china doll from Oz the great and powerful. Adorable clip of the doll in the movie pleading to go with the wizard and to not be left behind. Her china family died,  smashed , something terrible. The skin of the doll  looked like dragon scales rather than glued together porcelain. I guess that is part of the story- the wizard glues her back together, saves her life.

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Other dollies in a sad pile- the one at the back looks fairly terrified.

Wooden chick by a wooden block  would have come home with me if I lived on a farm, but I don't , so it didn't.

BUT THIS!!!  just made my day! Pencil , watercolor and gouache 

Painted 1921 by "Van Wyk", which I had no success in finding in the google library of everything.

Ten dollars, so yes, I will have that thank you.

Plus a few little bits that were in a plastic bag on the thing- wall- of- plastic bags -filled with odds and sods.

The goldfinch is from the studio of Edith Cole, The  flocked owl is from Hong Kong and the tiny crochet baby is from a tiny crochet mother, probably. I also bought yarn - made pompom puffs for no reason at all other than that  they are cheerful. 

Tomorrow I will go to Emily's house to see what Flora is up to. Emily's grandmother died just thirty minutes ago in Arizona- not that death is not expected but , damn. Abrupt, quick,  stroke  blew her lights out.

She was my friend . Last time we talked  I told her I wished that I could see her soon- her reply was, "Oh, you  will...in heaven. I will find you."

She believed that - such  sweet sentiment .

 She is gone and like all deaths of loved ones -  it  smacks you in between stinging eyes and stabs  a little bit in thick emo clogged throat. Though your rational mind tells you all of the  facts and logic, the urge to bargain with the reaper is at the fore . "Just one more summer, I will do your laundry for a year, please, just one more."  Ain't gonna happen, end mark, full stop. And there is no damned heaven, dammit.

Kim, on her way to  help her folks , got waylayed for two days with the flu, changed her flight for tomorrow feeling sure that she would be able to hold her mother's hand and talk  heart language.  Bummer timing.  Full stop.