Listening to: Enya
Reading: The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid
Eating: Dried Apricots
Drinking: Earl Grey, thank you very much.
Today was a great achievement for me, because I managed to wrangle several new patterns.
FROM 1939, 1940, AND 1944
I don't think you realize yet how excited this actually makes me. I also have managed to get myself several pairs of gloves to match these garments once they are made. AGJEAHFDSOIEWYESSSSSS.
This is super exiting. This means that for the entirety of break, when my mother thinks I'm working on the greatest joy ever to plummet into my lap (aka homework) I will actually be creating several jackets and dresses.
And then I will promptly post them up here. Because sewing is totally art. I promise.
(btw'z does anybody want me to draw them anything? That is if anybody reads this anyways.)
ON THE OTHER HAND:
"Poetry was all written before time was, and whenever we are so finely organized that we can penetrate into that region where the air is music, we hear those primal warblings, and attempt to write them down, but we lose ever and anon a word, or a verse, and substitute something of our own, and thus miswrite the poem."
Ralph Waldo Emerson - JUST TALK TO ME IN THIS MANNER ALL THE TIME.
akldgoheahsdif this man knows how to put words into lovely sentences.