water and reflections
I almost stopped with this one, because I am not at all sure about it. But I'll keep stitching because I've sunk enough time into it that I need to see if it is salvageable.
Helped with 150 bales of hay at the barn, and then S and I tried to put together a pas de deux. We think we are hysterical. Image is short and round and slooow, unless really chased. Niko is huge, lanky, and covers a lot of ground. We are doomed. But funny.
We think we're riding to Elvis Costello's Radio, Radio (in part because of that great line "I wanna bite the hand that feeds me" which could be Image's theme.) and punking ourselves up. S is 18, so she's relying on her memory of her cohort (who sound mostly grunge) whereas I remember the original punk guys. And yet, punk still lives; there are still sometimes blue and orange mohawks in my town. (How much do I love my town??)
We are spiking the ponies manes, and putting lines of safety pins everywhere. Tell me if I'm missing some key point - we were thinking pretty hard but probably missed something.
