This began as a conversation with Rachel, an old friend, confidante, and fellow mischief-maker. She was speaking about someone specific, who was making her life more awkward than necessary. Context here is everything. The edited conversation went something like this… Me: Ooooh, I could make that for you. [Pause] in cross-stitch. Rach: [Looks blank, andContinue reading “Sarcastic cross-stitch”
Ms. Mischief can frisbee blank dvd’s into great big horse-chestnut trees
Ms. Mischief can coerce frogspawn to mow the lawn.
Ms. Mischief can stitch plastercast saints into tins of cyan paint
Ms. Mischief can transmute alphabetti spaghetti in the ghost of Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Ms. Mischief can culture grated Wensleydale cheese into gangly puppet knees
Ms. Mischief can provoke polar bears from tins of pears
Ms. Mischief can conjure kittens from fancy pairs of mittens