|Fiona meets with Vlad, Phil and Liz|
Now I'm noticing how badly tailored Phil's suit is. Wouldn't you think he could afford something nicer? Then again, since he's British (well, he's German, but let's not go there now) we should be glad he's not wearing one of those absurd pinstripe monstrosities they all seem to love. I remember the first time I saw that pattern in a suit. I was on the tube pulling out of King's Cross, and I was surprised that everyone wasn't staring and gasping like I was. "Look, a complete douchebag!" I thought very loudly. "Surely he's in the circus." Since then, I've realized that a lot of people actually like these suits, at least enough to buy them. And these people don't get fired from their jobs for wearing the suits. The Cheap- Lawyer-from-the-70s look is hot in Olde Londinium!
The loud, wide tie, the man-bracelet, the pocket frightener, and what looks like a hairy neck. How could anyone make so many bad decisions at once, and why is this guy wearing a sock on his left hand? Never mind. I don't want to know. No, don't tell me. I said stop.
I've been experiencing a creative lull recently, after battling with some health issues. The sprockets are still turning, and I do havethe germ of an idea. I'm at the stage where I'm buying lots of
In the meantime, here is my latest listing. I created it over a year ago. I passed it in the hall the other day and thought, "Wow, I like that." Hopefully someone else will, too. It's called "Cows to Cleveland." I like the urgency of the telegram. These cows were eaten over 100 years ago, and the people who ate them are long gone. My urgencies now seem a little less pressing. See detailed photos in the shop, link at top right of this page.