Boy, it sure is hard to photograph yourself! Unfortunately my camera does not have a remote. Set 10 shots, click and run! Anyhow, here is another sweater in the" fun" category.
A happy fellow is pulling up his catch from a satin hole in the ice, a yellow wooly fish! And to complete the theme, two abalone shell buttons grace the neck band. His smiling face is pink from the winter sun and the shrug collar is a pretty pink too. I loved the image, kinda happy and innocent.
Please head over to print&pattern, which I truly love,
http://www.printpattern.blogspot.com/ and has included a sweater of mine on their recent site listing.
Why is it that women seem to be mesmerized by detail? I wonder if this is a female/ wiring thing.Is it just me? I can stand and stare at paint chips for hours, well, until I get gently lead away. I am the same way with shoes as well, such a cliche I know. But why?
Yet the males that I know, the ungay ones anyway, are bored to tears. It is the wiring in the womb that fascinates me... a prenatal switch goes on and another detail freak is born. Actually, I like, no need, to sit in my closet and visit my shoes. Mind you I was a weird only child, who is now as a weird only child adult, has created hundreds of imaginary worlds in my lifetime. Sitting in a closet, talking with cats and categorizing footwear is quite tame considering the other crazy shit I have created and could be acting out. It is best to keep it all in check though, unless I go to CatShoe Queendom and not come back. Ahhh, Cat Shoe Queendom becons now, calling me, whispering, my clothes are billowing on a soft gentle closet breeze, the clouds drifting across the ceiling, cats all purring patiently, Michelle come play...