View from a bus stop, Glasgow

I was waiting for the number 11 bus. I felt it was a meant-to-be circumstance since I am also a number 11 -- in numerology.

I sat at the bus stop, looked up and whoa! Look at the view from the bus stop seat on Dumbarton Road, Glasgow. The magnificent sandstone austere gorgeousness that is Kelvingrove Art Gallery & Museum. The bus was late enough for me to take this pic.

How can I be so in love with a napkin?

- AND it's a paper napkin, not even a proper linen one.

My dearest galpal gave me a set of the above napkins and now, almost 100 days later, I still can't bear to open the packet.

However, I have prepared a canvas and god-help-me I'm going to open that packet, unfold a napkin and stick it on the canvas with reverence, place it on a big wall and stare at it dreamily, (like you would want to do with any loved one).

The confidence to clash patterns

Clash patterns / Smash conventions. I love when people defy 'fashion' commentators and wear whatever patterns and colors they fancy, simultaneously.

As our beautiful English doyen of being-yourself, Ms Vivienne Westwood says, wear whatever the fuck you like - no matter how many years you've had it, how ripped, faded or manky it is so long as you love it, wear it!

When I was a teenager, avant garde though I thought I was, I would never have clashed patterns. Ew! Now I take great joy from it. I mean, real joy. It utterly thrills me to wear clothes that you'd think would fight each other. In some kind of cosmic conspiracy once on a body bold individual garments make peace to create a vibrant diversity.

Just the same way as many Scottish government agencies encourage people of different ethnic backgrounds to come together as one glorious new outfit. A much more diverse and fascinating outfit than homogeneous same-old (of course they don't put it quite like that).

I'm wondering if pattern clashing, whether on your body or in your home, is a statement of rebellious confidence. I always have more attitude when I'm wearing clashing patterns. Like I'm saying, 'yeah, I AM a contrary, contradictory kinda person'.

Pattern-clashing reflects a complicated outlook, don'tchathink? Pattern-clashing is for individualists. Not forgetting forgetful, Sulphuric, academic-type men who do this effortlessly.

Perhaps the leap of wearing or creating pattern-clashes creates more confidence to be yourself. To stand out and be gloriously different. Or is it that you have to be confident to pattern-clash?

Make the world more beautiful, show yourself in what you wear and where you live.