And so Sunday morning, I woke up early to get to the bazaar on time. Since I am not, by no stretch of imagination, a morning person, I was sleepy and groggy on the way to Rockwell. I got there at eight, just enough time to get my things in order and set up for the opening at ten. Since I still didn't have my chairs and table, I ended up sitting on this big, black block. I sat there for quite some time.
The table and chairs came, and so I started fixing my stuff. When the bazaar started, everything just became a blur. A little before lunch time, I asked my friend M to look after my table while I grabbed something to eat.
Waiting for my Hungarian sausage sandwich, the attendant said, "Miss, may grasa sa likod niyo." ("Miss, you have a greasy stain on your back.") A man waiting with me goes, "Hindi yan grasa, design yan!" (That's not grease, that's the design of her shirt.") And true enough, right smack on my behind, on my long, white dress shirt was this black patch of something, that yes, could be mistaken for some kind of artwork. (The big, black block was apparently freshly painted Ack!!) Since I didn't bring any change of clothes, I just carried on and went through the day with that black patch of something behind me.
And guess what? Most of the people I met throughout the day thought that it was, indeed, part of the design. "But J, look! Doesn't that look like a tree with a building behind it?" M said. "I thought it was some kind of eighties artwork," said T. "It actually looks nice. You should have gone back to that box and rolled your shirt all over it," said D.
Accidents can sometimes bring happy surprises :)
You're right-it does look like some sort of modern art. Thank goodness you were at a bazaar and not somewhere else where this would have been noticed! LOL!
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