Anna Dalassene was the grandmother of Anna Komnene, one of the most famous women historians of all time, author of the Alexiad. As a little girl, Anna K loved hearing her father’s stories about how strong and smart her grandma was. In this story, Anna Dalassene outfoxes two envoys sent by her enemy, Emperor Botaneiates, who wants to bring her and her ladies in for questioning.
Madame La Manatee is taking a dip in the Lethe River in the Underworld hoping to forget that she is stuck being Queen for six months. To cheer herself up, she’s wearing her newest gown by Erté ;)
I’m going to Hawaii for the first time for Summer vacation and will be back on June 25th.
Hawaii has already begun to capture my imagination though. I was looking at images of vintage Hawaiian fabrics yesterday and then painted this.
Once upon a time there lived a musician named Flurin who traveled from town to town playing his lute in the streets. It was a hard way to earn a living, and he was barely able to feed himself and his cat, Capunz.
After an especially long day, Flurin counted the coins in his hat and groaned.
“Master, master,” meowed Capunz. “Why not give me the lute to sell, for I have a plan, and pretty soon you’ll forget that you were ever poor or sad.”
from an old song:
“I adore you,” wrote a lady cat
who was fluffy, white, and nice and fat.
There was not a sweeter kitty
meow, meow, meow
In the country or the city
meow, meow, meow,
and she said she’d wed Don Gato.
King Henry and Princess Anne of Cleves meet for the first time.
“With due respect your majesty, you’re not as handsome as your portrait,” says Princess Anne, not afraid to speak her mind.
“MY portrait?” The King is dumbfounded. “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.”