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mad for mosaic (and knitting)!! 24 October 2007

Or maybe just “mad”… (as in cloud cuckoo land crazy).

(by the way, there are two posts today to make up for one I missed last week. Aren’t you thrilled! see below for #2 on the topic of mambos, sambas and wannabe 50s crooners)

The mosaic monster has corrupted me yet again. Last night I made the following after finding some old curry jars in the cupboard:

1. Coffee Mug with Cozy

Before and After

Curry sauce by Pataks (we are very fond of curry in a hurry in the JB household).
Up Close and Personal

The sleeve is made with Sari Silk gifted me by Holly as a surprise in an American chip gift pack. I thought it fit well with the curry theme. The buttons are vintage, 1940s. Fancy beads from Michaels craftstore.

Hopefully the household dishwashing job was better than usual. If not, I may get to sample the unique taste of vindaloo coffee this morning at the desk. Talk about “world coffee”!!

2. Paean to the Boygirl Goddess

A really fancy name for a pen holder which will hopefully help me restore order to my office highlighter collection.

1. Before and after

Curry sauce by the President. (an aside: why is it that native UK cuisine seems to treat black pepper as a spice to be used with suspicion and extreme caution, but Brits and Scots love curry? Especially after drinking copious amounts of beer? I don’t get it. Tell my “old country” scottish/british friends, “Tonight it’s Moroccan for dinner” and they screw up their faces in confusion and sniff every bite suspiciously before eating – kind of like I do with vegetables – hmm. But tell them “I know you’ve had Patak’s the last ten times you were here, but… ” and they practically lick the cooking pan clean!

Note also the elephant in the background. I thought that was a nice touch.

But I digress.

2. Up Close and Personal

The goddess was made for by a very dear departed friend of mine and resided on my fridge for many years.

The fridge magnets are arranged in my rather bizarre stab at poetry. Each line is a standalone poem. They read as follows (from the bottom, which is how I started composing it

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please watch your magnetic musk
some more delirious pudding please

I crave his warm languid whisper
but want to sleep with…

why do mad passion and beauty make me cry with lust?

a naked moon must soar and build together

I need to be the divine and curvaceous fairy femme

love is a violent luscious spray of blue fire

outrageous trip through time a caress in a void

I feel like the slick aristocratic goddess who can spank you

straight boys rock but sausages wail pant and satisfy

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I know, I know… don’t give up my day job. However, I do like it better than the tenants rights haiku I penned during the last staff meeting. I won’t bore you with those, although the coworkers got a kick out of them.