So if you follow me on instagram you know that when I’m stressed out I embroider because stabbing things thousands of times with tiny needles is great therapy and keeps me from stabbing assholes who probably deserve it since you’re not allowed to stab people even if it’s only lightly in the leg with a fork (according to my therapist). I usually buy the patterns on etsy but a bunch of people were like, “You should make your own pattern” so I did and yesterday when I was in the waiting room to see my shrink another patient looked over at my work and was like, “Oh. Well that’s…oh.” And I’m pretty sure that’s code for “You can go in front of me because clearly you need more help” and so I explained, “It’s a dead raccoon who lives with me” and then she nodded and said she’d left something out in her car and I’m guessing that it was her sense of whimsy and artistic appreciation because personally? I think it’s some of my best work.
MY INSTAGRAMThe always amazing @lauramayes took this picture tonight and it’s one of my favorites ever.First pic: the old, broken antelope I rescued from a thrift store wall bc I’m pretty sure it needs to live at @nowherebookshop. Second pic: introducing Antelope Boleyn.Sittting in Elizabeth’s car in a parking lot in the rain signing books for @nowherebookshop and looking forward to having a real physical store and laughing at the inscriptions and also I’m a little drunk and I can’t find the comma button on my phone.