Clutch me closer.

My friend's birthday was coming and the dreaded feeling that maybe this is it when all my good ideas are finally exhausted was back. I knew that I wanted to make a clutch, unfortunately design was not happening, time came for browsing. After 1 hour uuuuh'ing and aaaahhh'ing at moths with skulls on their backs (Death's head moth) and wallpapers on their wings (Oleander Hawk-moth), I drew my hybrid. 'Finally!'. The gift crisis was averted. Embroidery was done on dark blue suede and took about 2 days, sewing all the rest 1 evening.

Buzzing over black combs.

My second reclaimed chair, standing in a corner between wardrobe and wall, proudly holding all the weight of the world tucked inside a handbag. Decision to make it black was easy though my love-hate with this color revealed itself in the process when I got scared that it will look like a big black dot in my colorful place, added some flare in the form of neon (ultra) orange and sprinkled grey dots around. If I were you I would have an urge to ask what is it with me and polka dots? In previous life I was Yayoi Kusama. No, that's not right, she's still alive. Besides this explanation I have nothing.

Pantyhose sausages.

When I was rolling pantyhose sausages, all I could hear in my head was 'We are the wieners. We are, we are!'. Wait, wait, what? Once upon a time there was a Eurovision song. And probably the best what our music grands could have came up with in many years. And we almost won. Like 6th place. No joke, that was big. Of course there were no 'wieners' in the song lyrics only 'winners', but probably due to our sometimes funny pronunciation and a little arrogance encoded in the song native English people threw some jokes around, that all what they can hear is 'we are the wieners of Eurovision'. But what has Eurovision and (pantyhose) sausages in common? And more importantly what tights have to do with chairs?

When in need.

There is that much what you can say about a chair and squeeze out of it's simplicity. The one, I asked my parents to bring me to Vilnius, when they came for a visit and which while lying in the bed with book in hands I wanted to lodge into my room. 'Wouldn't it be nice to have a chair for my handbag? I would put it right in empty spot next to the bookshelf. It's so annoying when bag doesn't have it's place and is always unpleasantly in my way', I would lie there still for a second in big need for a small change contemplating new addition to room's decor. 'Tomorrow I'll look something up. Probably a small chair, nothing fancy, with old changeable cover and legs screaming for a paint job. And then I remembered the perfect match for my imagined chair standing in my old room at parents house. It was quick and almost sweet feeling starting and finishing search within several minutes. 

Bird's view.

Cupcakes again? My very short answer of 500 words - Yes. What can I do if I'm sweet tooth fairy. It's the last puzzle in my fields of cupcakes piece. The last look from the bird's view. The view when bird flies very high, spots something slightly violet and pink, is intrigued, flies closer, sees shapes and  tries to guess what it is and when he gets even closer 'it's a marching rows of cupcakes!' and at the closest thinks again 'I'll have a good look and decide which is my favourite and which will be eaten first'. if I was a bird, I would totally think that.

Speaking about eating first. Let's make a little detour from cupcakes to the road of first bites. The dilemma of eating the first best or last best in your plate. I usually eat the bits that are my least favourite so I could have a pleasure to dive teeth first into the fantastic at the end, but sometimes everything is just opposite - the most delicious looking disappears first and then those which were second, third and fourth best (we will pretend that I will eat only four cupcakes). And I get frustrated when I forget which way was better the last time I was at the decision making point. If you think about it (probably it's for the best not to think about it too much, because who cares and there are more problems like hunger, lack of water or (cupcake) wars out there to be obsessed with, but still do you ever tried to change your thinking process? I see forest of hands swinging) it seems complicated and funny at the same time. 

Intimidation of white paper.

Today I was struck by intimidation twice. And smart folks say that lightning doesn't strike twice. Yeah, right. First it was in the morning when I took out white empty sheet of paper and decided to draw, the other time when opened a document to write about cupcakes. Though the first attack was solved by filling the space with huge baobab and after that with two more. With the second hit I didn't have this easiness. I can't write BAOBAB and expect that it will hold the pressure of empty white space on the screen, or can I? Most likely it is more of 'if pigs could fly' case. Cursor doesn't like my lack of words and is not a big fan of BAOBAB too. It is flashing like yellow street light at night forcing me to choose 'should I stop' or 'should I go'. 

Her Majesty.