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What personality do I try on today?
What mask do I wear to hide my feelings?
I want to be alone
I want to be around friends
My parents are idiots
My parents are cool
I want to be unique and independent
"Hello, Jessica, what are you wearing this morning? Me too!"
She asks, "Am I normal?"
I look at her and answer, "Yes ... yes you are."
it used to say "don't be afraid" / "don't worry" at this city-train station. they painted over it a while ago.
Lately I keep running into the big, mortifying gap between the projects I imagine and what I'm actually physically capable of doing. Like this morning, I set out to practice making refashioned clothing for the kids' fashion camp I'm teaching in a couple of weeks. "Oh, would you like a skirt?" I smugly asked my roommate as I pulled out my sewing machine.
A few hours later I found myself facing a pile of fabric and the horrible certainty that I didn't have the materials, time, or - worst of all - skills to do what I envisioned. My dream of an apartment full of breezy, beautifully embellished skirts was a dud. Boo.
I tearily considered giving up crafting for something altogether easier, like eating pizza or lying in bed and staring at the ceiling, but I was determined to work through my angst, so I sewed this bag instead. It's lumpy, imperfect, and undeniably made of an old pair of pants, but it's mine and it's finished. As for the skirts and fashion camp...back to the drawing board.