and lets face it, blogging has never helped me on that journey.
"i'm not a invisible. i'm sort of just hidden. like a chameleon, but without the taste for insects." - elizabeth crane, when the messenger is hot
"why was fabulousness important? the world was a scary, sad place and adornment was one of the only ways she knew to make herself and the people around her forget their troubles." - francesca lia block, necklace of kisses
25.3.06
more whining, more fashion
what is UP with my mother? she's so clueless. she calls and tells me repeat stories, and then says, oh, i guess nothing interesting has happened this week. well, i think that's all i have to say. i have to go. would she be interested at all in my stories? i mean, sure, there's nothing terribly exciting beyond my mail, but still, it's no less mundane than her life. i transformed my diddl shirt into this fabulous knotted stegasaurusy sack, which i can't even begin to try and photograph because it's all interesting down the back. so instead i can show you the tiny sqare-and-string contraption i've turned my old rainchildren t-shirt into:
unfortunately, very low cut, i have to make sure i bend at the knees if i go out in public. also there's the slight problem of it being 40 degrees out... although it will be perfect for 40 degrees c, when that happens. anyway, i just finished stiching together the underarms of my sweater!!!! i think that makes it pretty officially DONE! all it needs now is buttons, then i can take a picture to post. so i'll do that today, cause i also need a serger needle. but i have to go to the library and the grocery store while i'm on broadway too, so i need to make a grocery list. and i want to drop letters in the mail, so i have to address them. so i want to leave the house, but it will take a while.
and lets face it, blogging has never helped me on that journey.
and lets face it, blogging has never helped me on that journey.
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