My bigfoot “crossstitch christmas sweater” tshirt. Courtesy of mrs bear today!
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Daily Archives: December 20, 2020
December 20, 2020 at 07:00PM
Faintly rectal looking g sugar cookies while we watch fantasia 2000. Pyewacket also got a little bit of biscuit to nibble.
#comfy #cookies #weekendatinlaws https://instagr.am/p/CJCfVpuAhA5/
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December 20, 2020 at 01:57PM
repost from @jackkirbyart #kiss vs #dracula #conceptart for #hannabarbera #animation #1980 #jackkirby https://instagr.am/p/CJB8u28geOB/
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December 20, 2020 at 01:57PM
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December 20, 2020 at 01:57PM
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December 20, 2020 at 10:10AM
From Kabumpo in Oz by Ruth Plumly Thompson, 1922⠀
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#vintageillustration #kabumpo https://instagr.am/p/CJBipueLnxd/
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Food
Yesterday I had pizza that was made in Brockton, Massachusetts. (Pizzaria Uno deep dish, shipped in dry ice)
It was good, but so different from most pizza. Crust was almost like pie crust, flaky, with cheese atop crust with a thick layer of sauce on top of that. More of a casserole than what I usually consider a pizza.
December 20, 2020 at 04:44AM
repost from @canon_photos
A bear crossing the road in Jasper NP.
Photography // @mwhellams
Curated by @steffeneisenacher
#jaspernationalpark #bear #canada #wildlife #wildlifephotography #alberta https://instagr.am/p/CJA9ajwA9aM/
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December 20, 2020 at 04:41AM
Old Man Winter, the Peace Angel, and Next Spring are waiting for an appointment with Father Time. From Nebelspalter, 1917
#vintageillustration #seasonal #incarnations #chronos https://instagr.am/p/CJA9BBJAMpf/
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December 20, 2020 at 04:38AM
From St. Nicholas, 1913
#vintageillustration #alphabet #letters #flamingos https://instagr.am/p/CJA8unwgjKA/
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Childhood in Brockton
A deeply Catholic woman, my mother insisted we use all of the potato, out of respect for its spirit.
After finishing the fleshy innards, we would use the skins to cover our schoolbooks. The bones were used as writing quills. The eyes were used to decorate the tree on both Christmas and Saint Swithins Day.