Visitng a friend in NYC a couple of months ago, we came across this store in Billyburg that didn't appear to have a name. It was wall to wall estate sale, basically. Dusty "junk" and treasure as far as the eye could see. Upstairs, dusty paintings and frames that I was literally tripping over from front to back of the store. I went through every one of them and didn't feel anything calling to me until the - believe it or not - very last one. Then, there she was.
Husband calls her The Suffragette and claims she wouldn't look at the artist because her breasts were uneven! According to him, she thinks she's "all that" and doesn't have to look at the artist. I think he has the wrong era but I appreciate the storyline and his imagination. I also think that he unerestimates what savvy women have been doing for billenia (gawd, I love having a blog where I can make up obnoxious words) to even out uneven bosoms. At any rate, she's here to stay at Casapinka, in all her picketing, marching, heteromastic fabulosity and so am I, wearing my rose colored neologistic glasses, of course. I hope you like her because you'll be seeing plenty more of her as Casapinka continues to slowly evolve.