This post was written for week 8 of The Gallery - Seven Deadly Sins
Mixing, stirring, tasting at each step, a desire to design, create and consume. Creamy, buttery, sickly sweet, cakes and chocolates are a well earned treat.
Hooks, needles, pins, soft, gentle, gently spun, colours, textures teasing my greed for more. The click of the needles, the feel of the wool, I have a greed to buy, to make to share.
Each day more arrives, names, addresses, open salutations, flyers, letters, coupons, bills. Scanned, picked over, removed and filed, discarded and binned, retained unopened.
Pride at the little man we managed to create, pride at the young boy he is fast becoming, pride when he thanks strangers for their kindness, pride when he puts others before himself, pride that he fills every moment of my life.
Nuts, bolts, wires and buttons, oil bubbling and travelling through it, anger welling inside me each time it breaks, anger at its unpredictable and unreliable temperament.
Curved and toned, clothes fit, shapes are flattered, confident to reveal myself to the world. Times have changed and a figure I was once not happy with I now lust to regain.