a great reckoning in a little room
the laundry room, to be precise.
a tragedy has been visited upon my wardrobe. somehow, a tube of bright pink lipstick managed to make its terrible way through the washer and dryer. a great many of my clothes now resemble a splatter painting. am reminded of the Get Fuzzy strip where Bucky has expressed himself through splatter painting all over a wall. Bucky declares that he is in his Jackson Pollack phase. Rob disagrees, "Jackson Pollack? Jackson? More like Jack--- Pollack!" I agree wholeheartedly. Dear friends and neighbors, pray with me to the great god of fashion that my clothes may be spared. I have annointed the poor unfortunates (and my hands) with shout, and am now washing them with very little hope.
a tragedy has been visited upon my wardrobe. somehow, a tube of bright pink lipstick managed to make its terrible way through the washer and dryer. a great many of my clothes now resemble a splatter painting. am reminded of the Get Fuzzy strip where Bucky has expressed himself through splatter painting all over a wall. Bucky declares that he is in his Jackson Pollack phase. Rob disagrees, "Jackson Pollack? Jackson? More like Jack--- Pollack!" I agree wholeheartedly. Dear friends and neighbors, pray with me to the great god of fashion that my clothes may be spared. I have annointed the poor unfortunates (and my hands) with shout, and am now washing them with very little hope.