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If you smoke, you probably don’t realize how bad you smell, how bad your clothes smell, how bad your hands smell, and pretty much anything else you come in contact with.
I just got a box of fabric that belonged to my gran. It had been packed away for years, but still smelled like stale cigarette smoke. She never smoked, but my grandfather died of lung cancer in 1977.
Thirty years that nasty smell stayed in the cloth. And you think a little spritz of perfume or breath spray is going to cover it up?!
I assert with confidence that very few people in the USA were embroidering Sunday night, and I am proud to be one of them. I did put down my needle and thread to watch Prince at half time. I sat in a corner of the party with Gert and Tricia, the mother and aunt of my friend Maeve. Tricia is visiting from Ireland and was impressed with our beautiful city and our pleasurable pace of living. She likes the way we take time to live and aren’t rushing around everywhere. This dollar is forAunt Tricia.
Our founding father wore a wig, why not a mohawk? He was, after all, a dissenter…
I don’t really have very much to say today, and sometimes, the purpose of art is nothing more than to make something pretty or prettier. I listened to NPR’s World of Opera Metroplitan Opera performance of La Boheme while I stitched my little heart out.
My hands are so cold.
I can’t be sure, but I think Handsome Husband threw this game of tic tac toe (or as his people would say “naughts and crosses”) so he could go to bed. It certainly doesn’t feel as great as a Scrabble win, a turkey in bowling or getting though a Superbowl halftime without a wardrobe malfunction, but a small victory is a victory none-the-less.
Please note that I was not the first person to mark this bill.
“If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.”
So I am going to keep it short and sweet (also, I am on my way to an opening at the art museum, and the sooner I can get there, the more free food and wine I can consume!).
Today, I address two different demographics on one dollar.
Firstly, I address you Self Saboteurs. Yes, you who sabotage your creative practice with doubt, distraction and procrastination (among others). You know who you are! Get off of your ass, get out of your funk and go make something.
The second group I address, I am less familiar with. Ye who thrive on strife and anger (who know who you are). Get over yourself. Life will go on even if you aren’t consumed with hatred and its perpetuation. Pettiness and frown lines are very unattractive. Go make something.
And how exactly are the visually challenged supposed to tell the difference between the various denomintaions of dollar bills in their wallets?
I give you the braille bill.
It says “one dollar” in braille.
Note to self: think bigger.
(More big?)
(More bigly?)
I am not sure of the appropriate adverb-iage.
