Let’s begin with a little background. If you’ve followed along here for longer than one year, you would know my Sophie. (I featured her here and here and here) Sadly, we lost her in March of last year. It’s something I’ve never mentioned here because, well, you know. She was the sweetest of all sweetie pies. And I’m not bias.
It’s been over a year and we’re all good. Nothing but wonderful memories.
For reasons I’ll get to at a later date, I wanted to honor Sophie this week.
Now. Let’s go to part two of the story…
Do you watch Project Runway? You know when, without fail every week, there’s this one contestant who begins his project with all the optimistic energy of the universe? But then things begin to go south? But he doesn’t give up! And the harder he works at it, the worse it gets? I am not kidding you nor am I exaggerating when I say that is me this week.
Don’t even attempt to make me feel better. It’s okay! I’m good with it. A little embarrassed to put this out there but, hey, with 52 Weeks of Print, I show you the good, the bad and the ugly without (much) exception. So, let’s roll with this…
Thought I’d show you the actual progression. Above is my first proof.
From here, the words of Mr. P sum it up perfectly. On the above proof, “Not bad!”
Mr. P: “Okay…”
Mr. P: “oh…”
Mr. P: “oooh” (looks away)
I told Mr. P I’d paint her portrait instead.
Ugh. Just goes to show you. Just when you’re beginning to think you’re all that,
something in the cosmos takes you down a notch or two. (sigh)
Week 48 of 52 Weeks of Print
Click here to see weeks 1-47 (most of them are much better)
Next week…an inanimate object.