About a Bow

It’s the attack of the bow!  It’s ego grew and grew until it started attaching itself onto my neck, my bust, my head.  There’s no stopping the growth of the alien bow!

Actually, inspired by Giles Deacon use of the structured bow, I got some plastic mesh and covered it with some orange lining fabric and attached some straps to the back to thread through belts, headbands, elastic enabling it to go on anything you damn well want.

It’s what I would call a ‘look at me’ accessory, where people would take a double take and think they were hallucinating or something because they just saw a big giant bow.  Somehow, that doesn’t bother me too much though. 

If I wore this perched on my head, I suppose I could pretend it wasn’t there.  Kind of like the pink elephant in the room that nobody wants to talk about.

It gets a whole lot easier when you’re just sticking it on a clutch (used some elastic to stretch over the flap of the clutch). 

Another trick to give ‘flat as a pancake’ gals like me a bit of an oomph. 

A big bow is always going to have comedy value.  Wearing it as a bow tie would send anyone into the giggles. 

Well, nothing much to say about wearing a bow on a waist.  It’s classic, it does the job, enough said. 

Now if the bow mutated and cloned itself, perhaps it could attack my ankles.  I could shackle/adorn my ankle socks with the big bow for the ultimate ‘let’s point and laugh’ crux.