I’m surprised you’d
say that. I mean, you’ve
read the articles, right?
I sent you the articles, so you must have read them.
Which means you know all about my generation
and the way we
transformed
pipe-cleaner-beading
from a sort of kid’s sort of
crafty project into a serious art form
and then, finally, a competitive sport.
I was at the center of that movement.
I was near the center of that movement.
And you can sit there
with your bucket of light-shifting beads and your horse-brown pipe cleaner
and you can lecture me
on the importance of varying color and closing out the sequence with a half-twist
because you know, that’s your prerogative.
But I’m surprised.
But that is the fate of you trailblazers: hardship (where to find the sparkly beads that will fit the pipe cleaner), heartache (why do they mock my art), and some small passing glory (I remember when you beat So-called Bill at the Junior Expo–no one could match your pipe-cleaner Baby X-Files Team Member Scully(R), Cecil). In another generation, your visionary work will be rediscovered–and perhaps they will put you on a stamp!
So-called “Barbara’s” high-falutin locution has left my head spinning, but still I feel vaguely as if I’ve been insulted.
Bobby brown said so.