Girls compared toy guns, tiny plastic guns, they drew from their handbags, and as I tried to untangle my hair, after dancing, a girl told me I was beautiful, and looked like a pixie. I was supposed to be a gangster really, that's why I wore a hat. A boy also wearing a hat sat next to me and showed me his tattoo, which was also wearing a hat, but a different kind of hat, and when I told him I was leaving the country soon, he asked if I wanted a boyfriend for 10 days. The police stood by the dance floor, and I didn't realise they were real police until afterwards. I thought maybe they were gangsters too.

Fuzzy

Apr. 18th, 2007 11:51 pm
If I think about Fuzzy Felt, I imagine pale-coloured felt shapes arranged into musty farmyard scenes. I also think of jumble sales, cardboard boxes held together with sellotape, and felt that has been played with until it has been left soft and threadbare.

I recently noticed the Fuzzy Felt greeting cards in high street shops, found Fuzzy Felt patterned with Teletubbies available on eBay, and even glanced at the pictures of cute computer shaped felts used when understanding the programming patterns of domestic appliances. The ideas on Halfbakery are best though - fuzzy felt bell-bottoms, fuzzy felt wallpaper and even fuzzy felt sex.

I had rarely thought of those little bits of material for years, but a few weeks ago, in the Foundry, I joined the [livejournal.com profile] londongothsluts for a few drinks and found myself staring at Hot Fuzz: An Exhibition of Fuzzy Abstraction on the wall. Perhaps I should just stick to staring at carpets in future..

(Oh, the day after that, I did see Hot Fuzz at the cinema.)

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