Thursday, December 14, 2006

So what if I'm crazy...who isn't?


Alright, I finished the bracelet and I don't completely dislike how it turned out.




But really, what the hell was I thinking?


Oh yeah, I remember now....

"It would be fun to make this nifty bracelet by hand-setting 225 tiny mosaic tiles, not once but twice (because I messed up the first time through) on a leather strap?"

Unfortunately, I don't seem to have an internal critic to talk me out of these things until I've already started a project.

Then the usual conversation goes something like this:

IC: What are you doing?

MMI: I'm making this lovely bracelet for a friend! Isn't it going to be great?

IC: You're kidding right? When did you come up with this insane idea? Are you nuts? Never mind, I already know the answer to that one...

MMI: What? What's wrong with my idea? You never like anything I want to do!

IC: That's because you do insane things and pretend that they are fun, you nut-case!

MMI: F_ off!

IC: You're only getting mad because you know I'm right...

MMI: ...yes, but...

IC: But what?

MMI: But do you have to be such an ass about it?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

My internal critic never likes anything I want to do, either. And she finishes every sentence with "fatso".

Me, myself and I said...

Wow, G-

Your internal critic sure is a bitch.

Mine is just an ass!

I still can't believe that you don't know how beautiful you are - not even sometimes?? Not ever?? Not even on your best hair, make-up and attire for the symphony type of day?

And I don't drop the B word for just anyone you know.