Oh man so this might be the art’n’craft project that sends me to hell in a delightfully-embroidered handcart.
I’ve made some shrines to things I love. They’re tributes. There’s no irony. I genuinely really and truly love these things.
I probably love them as much as, erm, well you know how people at work have photos of their children on their desk?* Yeah. I love them enough to have a shrine on my desk. Or shelving unit, mantlepiece, bookcase. Not a dashboard as the shrine’d fall off when your driving instructor makes you drive fast**. But most flat surfaces.
If you’d like to join me on this embroidered trip to an as yet unspecified circle of hell, please click on over to my Etsy shop.
*the photos are on the desk, not the children are on desks in photos. I also have a slightly awful prepositions-and-photos story about the York HMV staffroom lockers and what a regional manager said. Any takers? No? Oh good.
**by ‘fast’ I mean ‘at the speed limit even though 43mph is plenty fast enough on national speed limit roads’.