…maybe on a good day. Most of the day, I’m really just half-sleeve. If I can manage 3/4 sleeve, you know, I’ve really accomplished something. But for the rest of you people that regularly make the 3/4 sleeve mark, stand proud. Arms akimbo.
I do not for a second doubt the need for a “3/4 sleeve” sign. I just wonder what signs I missed. Was there a 1/50 sleeve? Like, a little bit of trim around the shoulder, maybe? Or possibly a 4/4 sleeve, which I guess would totally enshroud the arms in a wrap of fabric ending in little mittens. Which would be cute, kind of a onesie look. I’m not sure that’s ready for prime time. By that logic, I guess a “2 3/4” sleeve would be one of those fun jackets that fasten at the back and usually come with a team of trained men and their lovely, lovely pills.
Imaginary numbers? Could you even draw that?
Aaaand, back in the realm of high school art. This one I can kind of begin to understand. Its intent is not thoroughly obscured by the deep veils of meaning I usually find in high school art. No, this one says what it says. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
One of the bubbles, however, is looking at me. And there are spatters of red along the shower wall. I admire that RLW was able to add a sense of subtle tension and danger to this much-used phrase. And I will avoid motel showers–“Lather Rinse Repeat” is obviously a clever trap to lure you into a false state of calm, and extend your shower scene until the manager is able to deal with your case personally.
3/4 Sleeve from Texas Thrift on I35 and 51st. Lather, Rinse, Repeat from Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar.