I was reading The World of Interiors and the article on the artist, Francis Bacon, showed pictures of the turmoil and dumping ground of his studio.
God! He uses a shovel to move through this roomscape. Someone said that after 4 years the dust build-up doesn’t change.
Gee I’m glad to hear that. I feel better now. I have only 3 years and 6 months to go before a stable blanket of dust alters the apperance of my studio: the effect could be quite surreal.
I mis-spelled studio as I typed the above and a word hit the screen spelled: stufio.
I like it! Yes I adopt this new word as my own. All my stuff-fio moves in a never-ending outflow of abnormal accumulation from one end of our closet challenged interior to the other.
My daughter has come up with a phrase she coined, “Shit-shifter,” and according to her I am the world’s best!
Yes, lace is all of these and more; openwork, netting, mesh, filigree, and webbing.
No matter how lace is defined, I’ve always been attracted to, and fascinated by, the infinite patterns unveiled in this artistry.
All fancy aside, I remain open-minded and regard ordinary laces, flaunting their hallmarks, as plausible alternatives to the very costly and dear jewels of lace.
