Thursday, February 18, 2010
“A grapefruit is a lemon that had a chance and took advantage of it.”
There are five swap partners who, in the first week of March, will NOT be receiving a tea towel emblazoned with the above quote. Partly, because none of them live with citrus-flavoured kitchen walls or co-ordinates. Mostly, because every time I read it, I do a snort-out-chortle-chuckle thing and this rings alarm bells: my instinct seems to be off AWOL, having it’s own little Hawaiian shirt, pina colada-style holiday.
So, I’ve been working on something altogether different: something possibly, sort of, maybe, kid-interesting, but with a dash of mild intrigue to entertain the older-than-kids – at least insofar as it is possible to be mildly intrigued when dish drying is involved. Oh, and along the way, I’ve stumbled upon one or two visual gags which made me grin, (because I do like a bit o’ wit), which made up for missing out on further snort-out-chortle-chuckling when Mr Wilde was sadly shelved.
This is what I’m tinkering with...
...only less blurrily.
There are not five, but fifty linen tea towel blanks in waiting, because once in every second blue moon, I am startlingly intelligent:
1. The Screenprinting Gods may not deign to shine.
2. Regardless of divine intervention there will be the disaster involving ink.
3. Toasty brown burning of linen will happen to varying degrees during heat setting.
4. I live in hope that a couple make it to the spare pressie box.
5. Fifty attempts is the number it takes me to become so sick of the sight of ’em (just like these). After that, I can clean my screen and make way for other matters of urgency – just as soon as ‘His Nibs’ (the instinct) returns from Hawaii, with a bag full of dirty laundry and a cocktail umbrella stuck jauntily behind the ear.
Pop over to Kirsty’s for lots more ‘creative space’ telling AND showing...