{"id":7180,"date":"2010-01-29T22:05:26","date_gmt":"2010-01-30T03:05:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp\/?p=7180"},"modified":"2010-01-29T22:10:16","modified_gmt":"2010-01-30T03:10:16","slug":"the-lovely-bones-of-helga","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/2010\/01\/the-lovely-bones-of-helga\/","title":{"rendered":"The Lovely Bones of Helga"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"TEXT-ALIGN: center\" class=\"first\">\u00a0<\/p>\n<p style=\"TEXT-ALIGN: center\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-7179\" title=\"aw_cape_coat\" src=\"http:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/aw_cape_coat.jpg\" alt=\"aw_cape_coat\" width=\"300\" height=\"522\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/aw_cape_coat.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/aw_cape_coat-86x150.jpg 86w, https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2010\/01\/aw_cape_coat-172x300.jpg 172w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>In the ongoing <a href=\"http:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp\/2010\/01\/idealized-beauty\/\">discussion<\/a> on\u00a0idealized feminine beauty, one reader\u00a0recommends the famous Helga paintings by Andrew Wyeth. Above is his painting <em>Cape Coat.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Wyeth said:<\/p>\n<p style=\"PADDING-LEFT: 30px\"><em>I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape &#8211; the loneliness of it &#8211; the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it &#8211; the whole story doesn&#8217;t show.<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"PADDING-LEFT: 30px\"><em><\/em>\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 In the ongoing discussion on\u00a0idealized feminine beauty, one reader\u00a0recommends the famous Helga paintings by Andrew Wyeth. Above is his painting Cape Coat. Wyeth said: I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape &#8211; the loneliness of it &#8211; the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it &#8211; [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":8,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-7180","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7180","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/8"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=7180"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7180\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7188,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7180\/revisions\/7188"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=7180"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=7180"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thinkinghousewife.com\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=7180"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}