This day I spent an extraordinary amount of time on the fur blanket that is spilling from the settee. I added a little more to the patterned rug, it still needs some help. Here is the Fate that is to be sewing the gentleman's mouth shut. Yep. It's me! Actually, I posed for all of the Fates and then changed their heads, but when I got to the last one, I just said "why not?". My 34th birthday is today, and I never do self-portraits. I had that little talk in my head that sounded like Christopher Walken talking to Dennis Hopper in True Romance. "What I have to offer you- this is as good as you're gonna get, and it's not gonna get that good again." So I put my face in!