goddess, it's awful. i will never get my work done. i'm about 2 days behind. i MUST finish these bags- i haven't even started them yet, and it's been almost a week. meanwhile, i have about a week to do 2 more jackets and 2 more pairs of pants for the fashion designer. i feel like i'm working all the time, and never catching up. i need to stop doing things like going to milwalkee and reading in bed in the morning and GET SEWING. i am about a month behind in my emails- i need to write long letters to so, so, so many people. i finished the pants today and went to the library. took the trash out. went grocery shopping. that's about it. NOT a hard worker. sigh.
stayed up too late finishing my book last night, and i think that's what's made me so lathargic all day. tripping the velvet by sarah waters. amazing. i was trying to savor it, but then last night i couldn't help it, i couldn't stop reading. if dickens wrote about a lesbian, this is the book he would write. her voice is so strong- all the slang, the details were perfectly 1890s. it was hard to believe it was written a century later.
i've been going through a slew of good books lately. i returned flb's necklace of kisses today, and wrote all sorts of quotes in my quotebook from it. i found this one, which i find to be a perfect summary of the book: "so that evening, weetzie wore the neckace made of gifts from a mermaid, a diva, a fairy, an angel and a faun, and fashioned by a genie who, years before, weetzie had set free from his lamp. with it, she wore her pink sandals and a strapless white satin minidress she had made with a sheet from the gift store, using her minature hotel sewing kit." is it any wonder i want to grow up to be weetzie bat? where is my secret agent lover man?
on that note, the fest goers leave today. they'll all be at work tomorrow, just like me. another year has past- i survived staying at home just fine. still lonely and jelous, but hey.
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