a Curious YELLOW bELL blOOms in
a top pick of the freakish show
where chickens peck with
spots and stripes
and flower shower of skirtly delight
whispers true with sounds of
sue SUE sue
GO! GO NOW!!
Look what Sue grows in her garden! She has done a stupendous styling of the FYS on its last stop of the global Travelling Yellow Skirt Freak Show. You must go and have a look. There is also a photo of the fantastic addition she made to the skirt - absolutely perfect. Thank you so much, Sue!
And in other news...
My thrifted floral Versace pants with happy landings of assorted other fabrics and a dusting of thrifted lucky-charm beaded bag and a magic loupe. Platform runners for colour-blast shock absorption of course. How easy it is to forget we're only human when we're full-on vibracized. Sproingy doink sproingy doink. Walking down the sidewalk was like trying out a big new children's toy. AS LIFE SHOULD BE on a good day. That's my spooky rebel girl followed by my warped self.
And I sewed! HURRAH! That 'ole familiar duet with the Machine, chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh, feck, chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh, fart balls, chuh-chuh-chuh-chuh... In fact, most of my time is spent PREPARING the fabric, but when I hit that show tune at last, it's a freaking Broadway musical. (Okay, so I took in some pants, but it felt like I made a hand-tailored Chanel suit.)