I, like most people*, spend a lot of time trying to discern if I have in fact lost my marbles or if there is any chance that this is how a human being might actually behave. I wonder if I am pawning behavior off on an ‘artistic temperament’ that is actually nothing more than stone cold crazy. If I am indeed crazy should I do anything about it? Medication? Vacation? Years of therapy? I don’t believe that I can afford any of those. What I can afford is Ikea fabric that was left over from my new curtains. Can I pawn crazy off on poverty? Probably not.
Crazy or no. Here is my new skirt. It is very bright green. It has massive flowers/ cabbages/ pod people on it. It has a dwindling number of Geisha buttons (stupid crowded bus). It is kind of crazy. But it is also awesome. I’m not going to be one of those people who seems normal but then screams at you in a hasty mart at 3am for taking too long to pay for cheezies. Nope, I am going to wear my crazy on the outside. With pride.
Not the best picture, but waiting for photographic perfection was not turning out a whole lot of blog posts.
I am extraordinarily fond of these buttons. I hope the one that got lost on the bus was picked up by a curious child or a magpie-like old lady and not merely vacuumed.
Here are the curtains. The first and last pair I will ever sew. And yes, I do own a gumball machine. I gave it to the boyfriend for Christmas one year. I believe he would have been happy with a sweater but I felt like a gumball machine was the more practical choice.
(* No? Really? Darn.)