Craft Corner Death Match: Repetition repetition repetition
So repetition, in my brain, just means pattern. I have this weird brain when it comes to pattern – I am, at the same time, addicted to it and I detest it.
I can’t have patterns in my house – fabric, wallpaper or anything, because I become obsessed with it. My eyes immediately seeks out the repeating pattern elements and then that’s ALL I can see – where the pattern starts and ends and how it loops.
If someone is wearing a patterned shirt it’s the same thing – the pattern becomes all I can focus on.
I blame my parents, as any good solid person should. My mother papered my wall with tiny pink, purple and blue flowers, and then on the ceiling were panels of tiles that had repeating patterns of DOTS. If I was ever forced to spend a lot of time in that room, when I was sick or whatever, those stupid flowers were all I saw, over and over in my head, repeating and repeating – I can still see them to this day. And those tiles – well – they had 1117 dots in a pattern that repeated 28 times on every tile*.
My favourite book growing out, was called, “the mysterious disappearance of leon (i mean noel)“. I must have signed that book out of the library 50 times. No one ever thought to get me my own copy, I guess. But wait — I just ordered one! HA!
Anyway, in the book, the main character is in love with this one pattern of fabric.
It’s all she wears, and she has her house (as i remember and I could be wrong but will know in a week or two) papered in it, and her couch covered in it. So that WHEN SHE SITS ON THE COUCH SHE DISAPPEARS!