I bid thee welcome, Dear Damned Ones. I trust that your existences are filled with delight and mirth.
I succeeded in the completion of the black linen shirt and I am joyous. Wore it last Friday to celebrate the birthdays of two most esteemed companions. There were seven of us in the party, and it was a most splendid occasion.
Here’s a look at the front of the shirt. It is rather challenging to discern the happenings that transpire in this photograph, but I am quite certain you will easily grasp the essence of the matter.

Here are two better pictures, though only by a trifling margin, of the sleeve lace and the neckline lace:


The rhinestone eyes appeared with some distinction in real life, I am profoundly delighted to declare. Maybe I should make another shirt in white. The crochet will show up vastly superior to the black.
To gain the completion of the linen shirt for Friday, I did toil with great diligence for the two previous days. Needed to finish it on Thursday so had time to give it a gentle cleansing. Was not able to partake of other pursuits during that time which left my modest lodgings somewhat worse for wear. Particularly the culinary chamber. I am happy to say it is a modicum improved this day.
Now let us proceed to the spider jacket. The shoulder pads remain a trifle troublesome, but, fingers crossed, the solution will manifest forthwith. One shoulder pad is partly sewn in and partly pinned in and is acceptable, I daresay. Can I ask for more than that? Yes, but it is unlikely that I will be successful.
For the Dali jacket, do I know where I’m going with this? Not really. Actually not in the slightest. Here is the second photograph added, showing some stitching around it.

Please understand that the corners will be attended to.
I do know that I want to have bigger swaths of the blue fabric and not so many fabric-printed pictures because of their stiff nature. What I have been giving considerable thought to is merely having outlines of the various objects in the paintings. For this one just above, have an outline of the sagging clock say. Just recreated line drawings of the paintings. Or maybe more elaborate designs. Dali’s moustache, say?
Will need to get some pens to mark the lines of stitching. The kind of marker that disappears somehow, with heat or time, or whatever.
Finally, a word of advice for those of you with a diminished acuity of vision. Always have a second pair of spectacles ready to spring into action should the first pair falter. The left arm of my reading glasses became unattached. I could not, for the life of me, fix them in any way, shape or form. So, for now, I’m wearing them taped to my face at the bridge. A nice long piece of tape that goes from the top of my brow to the tip of my nose. While I am sure it is exceedingly alluring to my face, it is most vexatious, indeed. Will have to purchase new reading specs tomorrow. This taped version is a most distressing burden.
So, thank you, Dear Damned Ones. Such a pleasure to have you attend my little blog. My gratitude is without bounds.


























2 responses to “OH, LOOK, SHE CAN’T COME UP WITH A TITLE. AGAIN. MOST ASTONISHING.”
I seldom get to wordpress these days, but today I did when updating my own blog, and now you have 100% ‘like’ rate since all three of us subscribers said YES. I love your inventiveness and ambition, and will go and gawk at the other recent posts. best wishes
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Good to hear from you again. And thank you.
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