“There was a single blue line of crayon drawn across every wall in the house. What does it mean? I asked. A pirate needs the sight of the sea, he said and then he pulled his eye patch down and turned and sailed away.”
~ Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas
Eye Patches. Not just for Pirates!
My evolving sense of eyeball style over the past six months, brought to you courtesy of Lyme Disease…
Phase 1 – It’s agony, it’s temporary, we’ll make do.
Phase 2: I’ll get one of these surgical eye patch numbers from the chemist, and just not go out much.
Phase 3: Oh hell, I’ll still go out, but I’ll discretely cover it up, and no-one will know that I’m sick and afflicted, even when my friend has to cut my food up for me in cafes and act as a human guide dog. (Thanks, Carly-Jay Metcalfe xx) Reminds self it is a temporary thing. Tries to be cool with it. (Failing…)
Phase 4: Realisation: I am what I am. Arrrrgh – embrace Inner Pirate and decide to be happy anyway. Find awesome eye patch at Abracadabra, a funky store in my hometown of Bangalow. This eye patch thing could be part of my fashion statement for a while yet. And I’m good with that. In fact I’m out and proud!
PS: Kill all the things! 🙂
