Oh, I´m so grateful for my nonexistent twin sister or would you be able to come up with a more accurate title for this ensemble showing off once again the absolute lack of inspiration. I would not!
The hidden superstar is, - I´m gonna tell you right now, the little crochet flower in brown & pink, which happened to sail along with a light summer breeze & ended up on my hugeish scarf, just when I was in desperate need of some eye-catching prop to accomplish a perfect staging of this ultimately boring twin set. Even my quite introverted twin sister deserves a more creative approach, that´s the reason, why I´m not only grateful for her nonexisting existence but also for all the obviously actually existing crochet flowers, which pass by on not yet existent breezes, I´m quite in to the science fiction business too, if you haven´t noticed so far!
So one of these days the crochet flower might get an outtake as a deleted scene on a special edition DVD listing up all the random masterpieces of crochet & knitting art, because it pulls off a much more exciting show than the twin set, which was just an excellent opportunity to show off my gorgeous magenta hat, but I didn´t crochet this particular one, you already know the outcome of my hat-creating attempts, pretty remarkable desasters as well, & how should I manage to enter a stylish hat on ravelry, which I simply bought in a quite realistic very existing shop in Innsbruck, is this an artistic act too, to buy a hat nowadays? Maybe it is, I had to earn a lot of money with my rare art work in advance, so call it the sophisticated art of wasting money on buying redundant accessoires, but this is the most common & executed art of all & where would it lead, if everybody is gonna enter purchased hats here, even if they look better than my controversial knitting wear. Well, kind of philosophical, I know, but I´m the one who is doing all the think tank work here, you just got to lean back & enjoy stories where there are none, because it´s a fact, that the nonsense you were stupid enough to read the past few minutes doesn´t even exist, it´s just an illusion like most things in life. Sometimes I even wonder, if my tons of knitted models exist & more over, do I exist? And, if yes, are you really sure? I am not!