I can be ornery sometimes. I should preface this with a little back story. My husband is a mountain biker and the day before his 60th birthday he (who thinks he is still 29) took a spill (he crashed) on his bike. His injuries looked terrible to me, but he is not one to let anything get him down, not road rash or bruises. Luckily he didn’t break any bones, and now he’s made a full recovery.
The other day when it was about 97 degrees outside, I painted a piece of flour resist fabric. I took the below photos with my phone and later when I looked at them I had a light bulb moment. The fact that the fabric was brown with a reddish tint made it all the better.
I took the phone over to my mister and I said “Honey, when you were sleeping I took photos of your scabs”. I wish I had a picture of his face… he looked a little like he had been violated and a little like “that was a creepy thing to do”. I couldn’t keep my poker face and said “I’m just kidding, it is the flour resist fabric I painted BUT doesn’t look just like scabs?!” Yes, a little gross.
I’m happy with the way the fabric turned out. It is going into a triptych that I will share it in a future post. And I’m happy to say, the mister and I had a good laugh together and he has forgiven me.
