So it’s late, or early, however you look at it, and I should be in bed but nope. Got to come here first and unload cos it’s been a few days and my head is about to explode.
So, Idk, I guess I thought the washer would be it. Like, announcement made and received, we’re good to go, yeah? But that’s not how it works with Himself, which is a fact I apparently forget.
My tweet from earlier: You know things are back to “normal” when the camera strap you *just had to order* turns out to be one big fucking dash goblin.
And it is. Hoo fucking boy is it.
This is what I based my purchase off of:
Thing is, I love the colors in this, but some of the design elements are ones I don’t normally care for – especially the cactus. I put this in and out of my cart at least half a dozen times, always talking myself out of it cos yeah, the blue and the red are good, and so are the flowers, but cacti … that’s always a deal breaker.
Until I got tired of arguing with myself (*cough*) about it. I needed a better strap cos the one that came with the camera is worse than a seat belt, and none of the other patterns were interesting enough to spend money on …
And tonight, working on the monthly muse art piece I decided I just had to photograph the fabric, I didn’t have anything close enough.
Turns out the sacred heart wasn’t even the biggest goblin, only the first.
Anyway. The fabric is part of Alexander Henry’s Frida Kahlo line. It comes in black as well and you can even buy a yard or two online, and guess who spent money that she probably should have held on to? I only let myself buy 1 yard, but buy it I did. I can only hope it will be enough for an apron.
And now it’s almost three and I can’t stop yawning, so time to wrap this up. Art, cos I like this one:
Tales of the days I wish
Steak and eggs
Orange liqueur in my coffee
And the God who cares enough to send the very best ones