If you know me you can probably guess that aesthetic is not my bag baby, but there was something so delectable about this crocheted motorcycle that I couldn’t quite take my eyes off it.
Now, if you haven’t realized already, the sick-ass-ride from the last post isn’t REALLY my ride… which leads me to my next point. Perhaps introducing a (wait for it) ... motorcycle... to my life is in order. Bear with me, bear with me. I’m thinking: flip the pink crochet for a black lacy doily kind of crochet. I’m thinking: Kiss of the Spider Woman meets Madonna Like a Virgin…
If any graphic designers wanna photoshop that concept up for me, I might let you take it for a spin… And of course, if I should come to make this black-crochet-lace-motorcyle a reality, you would then be reading
" Marianista: The Motorcycle Diaries "
2 comments:
You'd be like a black widow on that thing: Beautiful, but deadly. She'll run you down and out of town!
-Rubia
You'd be like a black widow on that thing: Beautiful, but deadly. She'll run you down and out of town!
-Rubia
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