One Artist Pays Homage to Exes Though Shoes, My Exes Make Great Sandwiches
It’s no secret that I love creative pursuits.
I also love shoes.
I also love love and have tried to become a student of relationships.
So when an artist made shoes based on his exes, I totally perked up. I had to see it and it’s so freaking awesome.
So that made me think of my exes. Then I wondered what could I make that would represent our relationship or qualities each man had?
Then my mind wandered to sandwiches.
So here we go. I’m going to describe my exes/relationships through sandwiches.
The high school ex. PB and J with potato chips. It was simplistic and childish, and you can grow tired of eating it.
College ex #1 Bacon, lettuce and tomato. This relationship managed to be light, but still gave me everything I needed. It wasn’t excessive and when it was over, it didn’t leave a mess.
College ex #2 Tuna tar tar sandwich. This guy was pretentious and unnecessarily complicated. It’s tuna folks. Nothing more. If you got to do so much to it to make it taste good, it ain’t right. When it came down to it this dude was fishy from start to finish and started to stink after awhile.
Ex #3 Philly Cheesesteak. This guy was like your favorite college sweater. You could burp and fart and exchange rude jokes, he got along with everybody and was fun to be around. Not the most sophisticated person in the room, but the realest person in the room. Hard worker, manly, crazy about sports, big on family. All American guy.
Ex #4 Sloppy Joe with ground chicken. A hot mess. A hastily thrown together meal with basic ingredients. No one gets out without getting dirty. One false move, your outfit is ruined. And you can’t avoid it. But think you want it so bad you accept the consequences. It’s not the best choice, but when you’re really hungry it looks really, really good. And I chose chicken for obvious reasons. Punk ass. It seems sensible and safe, but if you have a more sophisticated pallate it won’t satisfy you. It takes longer to get the stain out of your favorite shirt than it did to eat it. And your favorite shirt may have a faint mark no matter how many times you spot cleaned and washed it. Yeah. Yeah I said it. LOL. 🙂