Day 175-My Friend, The Royal Portrait Painter

ONCE UPON A TIME , IN A LAND FAR FAR AWAY, lives my friend, the royal portrait painter. Her name is Helene and although we have never met as she is so very far away, she has become  very dear to me. 

While Helene and I may seem worlds apart- she loves to sing, I can only dance, she bricks her Lego one by one when I can only bash- we both bonded at first through our common love for the colour blue. Most importantly, we share the strongest passion for all things small. 

I have only known Helene for slightly over a year now but my friend already knows what  are some of my favourite things  and often spoils me rotten with many, many of them. 

 

Twice, I swear she could hear my stomach growled for moments later,  the doorbell rang and  lo and behold at the door were some fine breads from Christel Jensen,  compliments of Helene.

She is generous almost to a fault. Look at this uniquely beautiful earring, it is one half of a pair.  I wonder how she can bear to part with it but she told me it reminded her of me because there's a Tree of Life. 

One day if you should be at an airport, and see 2 ladies wearing one big Tree of Life earring each , please understand that we know it is no longer in fashion. It's just the only way we can seek the other out. In the meantime, she says I can use mine to make a table and she may hang hers on a wall. Whatever it is, halfway around the world, we both have the same one earring, just like childhood friends.

Helene knows when I am happy for I would tell her in my mail but what is really special, is her when I am down.

Like today when I was at the peak of stress, I received her box of cheer. I opened my  parcel of  treasures and oodles of joy just bubbled. Amongst all the many goodies you saw on this post is  a darling Helene's original. 

My royal  portrait artist had painted me  " My Maharajah", the cutest man to me. And precious, precious Helene even gave him glittering robes!  Let me tell you, like a good girlfriend, she thinks he's hot too. 

Helene, you are so lucky to be so gifted. Just like Vincent with his Starry Night,"My Maharajah"  too will go down in history because with this post, it will be preserved for all eternity.

How will history remember, I often ask myself? Perhaps only very remarkable things and  only if they are terribly  special.

ONE DAY, A LONG, LONG TIME IN THE FUTURE, if someone will chance upon this humble blog,  I hope they find in my records, the remarkable stories of how a group of strangers  had bonded through their  extraordinary passion, talents and loves. And I hope they will see, like I do now, how these terribly special  friendships can make the world a truly wonderful place.