Nosey

I have a bad habit of listening into other people’s conversations. It’s not intentional but once I’ve tuned in it’s often difficult to tune out again.

Usually I wouldn’t join in.

However, there are exceptions.

Students were discussing a friend’s upcoming cosmetic surgery. Apparently the reason she’s having a nose job is because proportionately her nose is just too big for her face. I interjected with the idea that perhaps she could gain weight and get a fatter, bigger face to sort out the proportion issue.

I don’t think she will.

Much of last week my mind was free to wander and focussed on potential studio expansion plans. Realistically that’s not going to happen for a while, if at all and I’m going to have to implement a stacking system for equipment as well as for storage.

While checking out studio possibilities I’ve come across what I believe is a table top. It’s very big and would make a great pattern cutting table. I’m currently trying to track down its owner with a view to obtaining it for just that purpose. Unfortunately it has an enormous, badly drawn, penis painted on it. I am concerned that people think it’s the image that I’m after. It’s hard to refer to the table top without mentioning its defining feature. When I specify that it’s the wood not the knob I’m after I fear it sounds as if I protest too much.

I’ve not considered the possibility that this magnificent wood, oh stop it, won’t be mine. I’ve already bought gold leaf with a view to decorating it to match my studio walls.

I don’t think I’ve mentioned my collage addiction before but here’s an example.