I know my first post after the weekend usually tells you how great our weekend was and how much fun I had even though Eric drug me along on some death march hike. However, there is no time for that today. Today, I must share with you something that has, in all probability, ruined my reputation forever. I bought a piece of fiber art. I gave into my inner granola and purchased a ratty old piece of 1970s bohemia. Yup. Comments regarding said piece have included, "What were you thinking?" "It's moving!" "Wow, that's.....something....." "Won't your cat eat that?" "Don't touch it! Don't you know that 75% off all dust is human skin?!" "Giant stripper lost a titty tassel!!!" "What were you thinking?" "You usually have such good taste....."
That last one hurts the most. I know that my friends will no longer be able to ask my opinion on anything without thinking of the giant woolen titty tassel hanging in our den. "She owns fiber art," they'll think. "Is she right when she tells me that the blue whale is the biggest animal? ...... this skirt looks good on me? .........my fire extinguisher needs to be inspected each year? .....I should paint this wall grey?"
I would take it back if I could, but it's too late. Reputation ruined. Never mind that fiber art can be lovely and textural; too many people picture fiber art owners as chain-smoking, cherry liqueur-drinking 80-year-old EX-LasVegas showgirls who spend their days on the penny slots and return to a house smelling of cat food and loneliness and cluttered with ashtrays, afghans, and (of course) fiber art.
I am here to tell you that fibers can be beautiful, people!!! Examples:
I'll be the first to admit that my fiber art is probably more on the cherry-liquor-chain-smoker end of the fiber spectrum (verses the sculptural, art studenty kind), but I still like it (in a half-joking, look at that
specimen kind of way). Can you guess which is mine in the pictures above? :)
Please don't think less of me.
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