Co-Co's house was a reminder of my reluctance to hold dinner parties. I envied her multiple rooms for gathering (including a blue-themed parlor) and spacious yard (for Boston at least) for comfortably hosting all twelve of us. When we all congregated in one room with our overflowing plates, she quickly rallied us to explore seating in the other rooms.
I also appreciated her eclectic décor, among which were various artifacts from her travels and this painting. I think it is supposed to be a massive rock wall at dawn, but something about it reminds me of Where the Wild Things Are...it's like a giant, furry-scaled belly with the morning sunrise peeking around it just before the dream is over. The photo, unforunately, does not do the piece justice. The illumination is nearly Thomas Kincaid-caliber.
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