life with monkey

yup. i do like olive oil. it tastes nice on my pasta (spaghetti, olive oil, parm/romano and pine nuts is a favorite combo) and it’s good for me. the only problem i have with olive oil isn’t the oil’s fault at all – it’s the fault of the apparent hole in my chin. see, that phantom hole is responsible for allowing a growing number of my shirts to be stained by olive oil. i eat olive oil-enhanced food and the next thing i know, oil stains galore. one of my newer shirts, a purple long-sleeved polo-style, was the chin hole’s latest victim.

i tried really hard to remove the stain, but with no luck, so i figured i’d salvage it with a little free-motion machine embroidery. i don’t have any “before” pictures of the shirt**, but i do have an “after” picture:

that darning foot came in handy again. i didn’t really plan this out, but i think it worked OK to cover the oil spots. i’m debating adding some flourishes in a contrasting color.

** i would have before pics, but my camera is now apparently possessed by Satan or maybe some ancient demi-god, demon, Cthulhu-type creature or what-have-you. not that there’s anything wrong with that, and i’d hate to offend any potentially scary supernatural creatures, but it sucks to have no control over what one’s camera is going to do. i was lucky to even be able to capture the crappy picture posted above. happily, the camera will be replaced within the next week. it’s lasted a good four years, despite having been dropped more than once (whoops!). RIP, little buddy.