Still working on that giant beast.
And new temptations are doing just that, tempting me. They sit on my cutting table, like Sirens singing their song. "cut me... sew me... tralalala..." Like Odysseus I am chained, only to the sewing machine instead of a boat, so that I can hear their song but not be lulled to the dangers near the shore.
- Edges by Laura Gunn
- Studio Stash by Jennifer Sampou
I believe these two lines will both play well together and I have a concept in mind. Alas, it must wait. I must not break free of my chains. Soon, soon...