The Artist Presently Known as B

Amy Barber told dad to tell me that my recent entries were sub-par, uninspired, and altogether, too infrequent. Get in line, sister. The B-Man sometimes has better things to do, and regardless is always expanding his horizons. As of late I have turned my hand to the physical arts, doing some collage work in the media of paper and feather. There was also some artisanal glass crafting. All of it was done under the stern and draconian tutelage of my masters at the First Pres Mother's Morning Out Art Studios. Trust me, if it is sub-standard, they won't let it pass through the narthex, much less be presented on Classic City's finest refrigerators.

Here is a picture of me at my latest gallery opening, and the pieces d'resistance are depicted below.

 

Say Hello To My Little Friend

I have made a new friend. No, it isn't my pretty mommy. She is an old friend. And it isn't the baby that I am pretty much sitting on in this picture. Though life begins in the womb, friendship comes later.

My new friend goes with me everywhere now, and accepts me for who I am. I call him TayToe. Though I haven't yet heard him talk, I think he has an Irish accent. If you want one, I think he was 39 cents a pound at Kroger.

Just a tip from the B man, who knows that money can be tight around the holidays. Who needs TMX Elmo when a potato will do the trick?