I did this same exact thing with my dinner the other night.
At the time, I thought it was pretty freaking awesome. I showed it off proudly to my boyfriend and the waiter, but I didn’t think my handiwork was so awesome that it deserved to be immortalized on a sweatshirt. Then again, maybe that lack of artistic vision is I’m writing a blog about clothing and not selling sweatshirts with my dinner on it for $120.
Maybe I should get to work on my own piece: a tube top with a graphic of grumpy pancakes on it.