I meant to make a demure little woollen flower brooch, I swear. I don't know, something like a cream-coloured camellia, perhaps. What possessed me then to use purple wool, crochet huge pointy leaves, and adorn the result with black sequins?
I wore my purple flower yesterday, pinned to my ankle-length grey coat. Old ladies staggered away, moaning feebly, little children ran screaming to their parents. Shall I wear it again? Oh, I think so, I definitely think so .... I will call it The Revenge of the Triffid ...
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