The birth of a Star

"It was eternally gray-those long winter's nights. My father would be sitting in a corner, scribbling figures on a newspaper. On the other side of the room my mother is repairing ragged old clothes, sighing. We children would be talking in very low voices, or just sitting silently. We were filled with anxiety, as if there were danger in the air. Such evenings are unforgettable for a sensitive girl. Where we lived, all the houses and apartments looked alike, their ugliness matched by everything surrounding us."

The Divine Greta Garbo, remembering her youth in her birthtown, Stockholm. This bust is on Blekingegatan 32, the house where she grew up.

Take a look at her many faces...

Huge thank you to all those who commented on our double celebration (birthday/blipday) blip yesterday! We were totally overwhelmed! We will try to get round and thank you all individually, but it will take us a while... :-)

One Year Ago: We shovel low, we shovel high

Cheers/M&Z