Life's rich tapestry (or at least the needle and thread that embroiders it) continues to stitch me up - more or less. Due to other engagements tonight's post isn't really post at all, more a note or two mainly about not very much at all.
I did another school fair this evening, I'm becoming something of a regular on the scene. Me with my glass and snowmen amidst the flower arrangers, jewellery makers, and make-up people. It makes me feel strange somehow, diminished in some way. I don't know why it should, after all I sell better than most (turned a few quid tonight, I'll tell ya - 'Trader Speak') and the ladies love my witty ways.
I have become the gigolo of the glass, the lead lothario, the crystal cad, the glass man.
I am the glass man.
And one day with the use of post-it pads a plenty I will work out just what that means.
Watch out! Here comes that bloody needle again - Ouch!
Do whaat, leave it aahrt... I'm shattered, man, shattered... Laydeees...!
ReplyDeleteDavid Bell on Facebook:
ReplyDeleteSeems to me you have a talent many would envy - me included.
It sounds like you're building something good there and if anyone can make it a success you can. Just keep camping it up. Ladies love a man they think is harmless... little do they know.
ReplyDeleteLindsey Messenger on Facebook:
ReplyDeleteMmmmm can just imagine you selling all your wares to those yummy mummies!!!!!!!!