It is Designer Saturday in New York City.
Silvia has made her presence to every deign house.  Drank their wine and eaten their horsd'oeurvres.  Filled her purse with floor and wall samples.  Talked with Liz, Calvin, and Ralph, and Martha.  She felt she only slipped once, when she asked Martha about the prison food. Silvia, in her mind,is as big as Martha, but without the wealth.  She just didn't cook or care too.  The  Russian Tea Room, Sardi's -they were her kitchen.   But she is tired, resting on  the bus home.  The bus driver misses her stop.  She asked, "You stopped for them, why didn't you stop for me?" " Why?".  Her feet are killing her she is heading home.  "Up yours, Martha, you  Jailbird!"

Measures 42" tall and 26" wide.

Each piece is a one of a kind.  Each new piece will be slightly different.

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