I went upstairs to get a screwdriver to help a woman put on new license plates. She’s an artist, photographer and interior designer who gave me something to frame.
I don’t have her permission to post it so will not but will let you know the date of her next show.
The painting is of Muslim women in black with no faces, as they are hidden by custom. Then there are two women covered in snakes which means they are dying. Above there are the ghosts of women who lived but did not really live because they had no faces or lives to begin with.
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When our government tells us women don’t matter, when employers tell us mothers don’t matter, we are headed down that road of faceless women. All we’re missing is the Muslim clothing.
The good thing is that I met an artist today, a woman who cares and may make a difference as I may do by writing. Make a difference today. Dee
Cooking with Dee 
I want to frame it, as it tells me much about how I’ve felt, not what I’ve been, in life. Always working a bigger job but paid less than the guy with two kids. Why? Because he had kids. I can man the office until 4:00 in the morning with four hours sleep last night because I’m single and live down the street but don’t deserve pay for it because he has a smaller workload but has kids. Invisible especially if one is over 25 years old and a single gal. Let’s hope we’re invisible no more.
I framed it and tried to choose life in the mat. It is quite sad and moving and will live as a testament to women in every nation who have men telling us what to do, how to live our lives and raise our children.
It was haunting me so I placed it where it has filtered sunlight and the picture lightened and frame lit up with gold so is uplifting.