October 03, 2006

Tulleing around.

Cannot. Stop. Crafting.

Rather than having lost myself in a shimmering sea of tulle, I rather think I've just been reduced to my essential self. Kinda like a balsamic glaze, only with a glue gun and a tray full of bugle beads. When left to my own devices (I'm up at the Church with the dogs and Claudette the rabbit) for any length of time, I tend to make objects, bake things, stay up all night, sing songs to inanimate objects, and watch Turner Classic Movies. Not only is there a tick in every one of those boxes, but currently they're in overlapping scrawls in gold metallic ink and lightly dusted with glitter.

Someone best come and rescue me soon lest I actually implode in a wheezing puff of red organza ribbon and FloraLife, and Douglas must instead wed Claudette (though I suspect she's been plotting that all along - I heard her demanding carats at one point), 'Cause after all - we oughtn't let that much reception goulash and red velvet cake to go to waste.

Posted by Kat at October 3, 2006 11:13 AM