The curious way that things evolve has always been a source of amusement and amazement to me. I can quite honestly say that a huge number of events seem to spring up and take on a life of their own.

One such event has just occurred and so I thought that you might like to know some of the background and then how things unfolded. As ever I take full responsibility for the good stuff, and encourage you to skirt round the other bits just as I do.

It all started with carelessness on my part. I got overenthusiastic with some cooking whilst wearing a favourite sweat top. Unfortunately oil splattered over the top but I was blissfully unaware of this until Da Boss pointed it out to me.

This was done in her usual tactful fashion. “I presume you expect me to sort this out for you as usual, do you?”

I looked suitably shamefaced and said nothing. A few decades have gone into getting me to understand that this is not the sort of question you can answer at all safely. If you protest and say that you will handle it you will be subjected to such a look of utter scorn and comments about “hopelessly incapable” etc etc.

If you smile and say sweetly that you would be ever so grateful then you get the “I don’t know why I don’t get a job as housekeeper, bottle washer, cleaner, laundry woman….” commentary. This is designed to remind you of how completely inadequate you are and can lead to feelings of low self esteem on your part, so do avoid this.

So, as I said, I maintained a shamefaced silence and disappeared out of eyesight and earshot as soon as was possible. There are many times in married life when silence is indeed golden, or in my case platinum!

When I next came to pop on the sweat top I realised that even Da Boss had been stumped by some of the stubborn grease or oil and that, despite her efforts, there was some residue. That dear reader is when lightning struck!

I would disguise the spots and stains and at the same time liven up my wardrobe. Now, I am sure that you know by now that I am not a snappy dresser by any means. In fact I am pretty confident that my children dread my fashion sense (or lack of it). Nevertheless I am entitled to be disreputably eccentric. I have earned that right by surviving this far!

As an added guide to what was about to happen you may know that I do have a fascination for quirky things that perhaps don’t get as much attention as they should.

eyes3.1With these facts in mind, you will not be too surprised to learn that my thoughts about decorating the sweat top veered off from a simple splash design. Even though that is also something that may make an appearance in the future I opted for something that may well become the basis for a story or even twoI have also always been fascinated with cartoons, in particular bits of cartoon heroes and villains that contain the essence of that character. Which is why I was drawn to eyes.


I pillaged and plundered the net until I had found all kinds of eyes and even sites that showed me how to produce them. But, dear reader, as you know, my handy skills are negligible. That was when I called on my old friend Les and that was when the magic happened!

Visits and discussions and more visits and cups of tea and a variety of ideas all came and went until I casually mentioned to Les that I needed the sweatshirt for my trip to Scandihoovia, and suddenly a deadline emerged.

And today I was greeted with the glorious end result. All I can say is that you can be sure that people will take a second look, because they too will be being looked at!

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As I said right at the start of this piece, I often have no idea how things happen. But in this case you can be sure that I will be able to keep an eye on developments!

As for the stories, well they are already sitting in the back of my subconscious and let’s say that I am ever so interested to see how they turn out. As ever I have absolutely no idea about that yet! I promise to keep you up to speed as they emerge into the world. No doubt they will involve adventures and mystery. After all that is the essence of any good story isn’t it?