Torn Torn Torn

So ANYWAY, the thing that takes up most of my brainspace when I'm in designy mode (I'm a clothing n costume designer incidentally) is whether to make things that are actually creative for me and involve some playing around.... OR to make plain cookie cutter things for boring people who might possibly even buy them. Take this bodice for example. A fine combination of carefully thought out textures and tones, antique-never-to-be-found-again lace, gorgeous peach-latte brocade. A one-off thing. You got it, nobody else got it. Now I would sell one interesting thing like this for every twenty plain, one-of-a-number and pumped out pieces.... say price is not dissimilar because I like making the one-off's better. The world is all about being an individual and projecting your inner self through outer expression la-di-da, but I don't see it. Well suffer, coz you can't get that fabric anymore anyway. Pthth. Dirl is looking horrified that I should be so ungrateful, but bloody hell.

Mummy Carole

One of these ladies is my mummy. My duppy dirl and my mummy love each other very much, and I only have to whisper "Are you going to Mummy Carole's?" and dirl goes crazy with excitement. When dirl goes for a holiday in the bush, mummy looks after her like she is her own. Dirl even gets to sleep on one side of the bed, LaLa dog on the other, Chicken the 3 legged cat down the end and mummy in the middle. Where's my dirl? Snoring on the couch and dreaming of echidnas at Mummy Caroles house. Where's Mummy Carole? On the end right.

Where's My Dirl?

There she is! Is you my dirl? Where's a dirl? Duppy Dirl!
A dirl is there, watching things.
My best dirl is lying on the couch not watching the BBC
documentary on pedigree dogs and their misbreeding.
For a sausage dog that is more like a rissole, she is
lucky to be in good health.
My dirl sees everything around this house and lots of things in the garden and she has her own routine which is mostly mine as well.
She lines up when it's shower time, she naps on jarmies
when I am under the water, she whinges from the hallway when it's our bedtime and won't look at me if she's appalled.

A dirl's ear is inside out and she doesn't even care.




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