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Jamie Trades Me The Mirror of Holiday Death for Lord Bratnose

Jamie trading the Mirror of Holiday Death to bARTer Sauce
Jamie trading the Mirror of Holiday Death to bARTer Sauce
Jamie trading the Mirror of Holiday Death to bARTer Sauce

Jamie came by during the November '09 Art Walk in Pioneer Square. She had just moved into the OK Hotel where I have my art studio. The first time she came by, she had two puppies. The second time she came by, she was a little tipsy and declared that we needed to do a bARTer Sauce trade. Fine by me.

Lord Bratnose

Original Owner: 
Baddins
Glittery Eagle Named Lord Bratnose
Glittery Eagle Named Lord Bratnose
Glittery Eagle Named Lord Bratnose

Betsy's Story about Lord Bratnose:

I have a kick ass eagle named Lord Bratnose. He lives in a land where every glisten of sweat and sleepy eye corner bit of dew are made of tassles 'n beads 'n glossy smears of glue. His face is foreboding, arrogant, beak inclusive. He is a fucking eagle. A fucking beaded eagle. And he wants very much to be traded for a glitter cat. He knows his muscular wings can erase any precious little notion those kittens may have traipsed through your sheltered little life. Behold Lord Bratnose.

Jar Grandma

Original Owner: 
Baddins
Jar Grandma

Betsy's Story About Jar Grandma:

My grandma lived her entire life never knowing she had a sister. But she did, her sister was just buried deep within her. Upon her death, her small, half-formed twin sister was found! Nestled, justly, very close to her heart.

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