So the other night I was in the bathroom at the UICA, where we’d gone to see a slightly perplexing, but mostly entertaining, film.
I’d hung my purse (my cute little new purse) on the hook. The lighting in said bathroom was pretty moody. Shadows and all that. My slightly tipsy self (two glasses of Fat Bas*tard Shiraz at dinner, which, by the way, is hard to order with a straight face) looked up at my purse and a thought struck me: “That would be a great photo.”
Is that sad? Or totally inspired? I’m not so sure.