I recently read A Room of One’s Own and To The Lighthouse one after the other. After that, I felt like Virginia Woolf was sitting on my shoulder, keeping up a running commentary about everything I did. Which is a little annoying because when I’m counting calories I hear a little voice in my head saying:
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”
Easy for you to say, Virginia. You were a rail.
Anyhow, this made me think “Wow, she’s like my spirit animal,” and then I remembered her name is “Woolf” and I felt like she really was my spirit animal. Then I thought about people who truly believe that wolves are their spirit animals, and that reminded me of those tee shirts you see at craft fairs with a wolf howling at the moon and the aurora borealis shimmering in the background.
And then I thought, “Dammit. Where’s my spirit animal tee shirt?”
And I looked, but there weren’t any. So I made one.
The only thing I regret is that I didn’t Photoshop her head back to look like she’s howling. If I want to get really ’80s, I might order this on a sweatshirt and decorate it with puff paint, glitter and rhinestones.
My spiritual animal is wolf . Thank you for sharing your experience.
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You can borrow my bedazzler….
Oh wow. A bedazzler! I haven’t seen one of those in forever.