After a day of chopping tomatoes, onion, carrots, peppers, garlic, beans, and whatever else I find to make an awesome tomato sauce; moving and cleaning out two over the top composters then spreading the black gold amongst the beds and watering in its life sustaining nutrients, I finally head off to the tub wanting to wash away the grime and soak in warm water relieving the aches. But, I pause a moment to surf channels seeking life and my fingers rest on an hour of Marchesa. O my gawd, is there no mercy!
I sit in filthy sweat pants, stained T shirt, and down right dirty fingers all the while focused on crystals, Swarovski no less; feathers plucked from the most exotic birds; tulle, yards and yards of tulle in wonderous colours and hand tatted lace all tenderly hand woven into magical finery. Hhmmm, perhaps I can shred the sweats and weave pebbles into the leggings. The T shirt could be dyed and the left over sequins from Halloween glued in a funky pattern. The bag of feathers (don’t ask why I have it) may be sewn on for texture. Could my Nikes replace the Louboutins? Even if I paint the soles red? I doubt it.
Darn, life is cruel.
