Today at the Copley Square farmers' market, I saw sweet potatoes as big as my head, big enough that just one potato could feed your whole Thanksgiving table (especially if most of your guests can't stand sweet potatoes, like many of my relatives). I even photographed them.
But then I decided that you'd rather see Possum, who was back to working on the perfect pose for his future portrait by John Singer Sargent. He knows that Sargent was particularly gifted at painting white and cream-colored things, like fabrics and fur. So he decided the new quilt would be an ideal backdrop.