Hello, friends. I decided to make this fine Wednesday into a day of happiness, getting things done, and hopefully encourage at least one person. Life can incredibly hard, people will manipulate control to their advantage sometimes, and you could be left wondering, “How did this even begin? What is the point?”
Find your happiness, and stick with it. It is your life, and you need to take advantage of it. For me, sewing has been one of my vices. I could never afford classes, or an incredible school, or amazing spaces, materials or equipment. It was a lot of questions, and determined knowledge seeking. I sewed on my floor. I learned how stitches worked by cheap thrift store clothing. Anyone, can do the same exact thing when it comes to sewing and the arts. Do not give up faith on how talented you are and can be.
As for new materials I had recently acquired…isnt this fabric absolutely perfect?! Yes, yes it is. I cannot wait until I find amazing uses for this fabric. I’m thinking perhaps a purse or two, maybe even some wallets.
If my website looks a little bit funky, then that is because I have been pressing buttons that I was not supposed to. Everything will be fixed soon.
I blame this weird change on my website on my new CONTACTS! After wearing glasses for about 10 or so years, I feel as if a change is in order. Not only is it a way to change my look, but also to start accepting my face as it is and building my own confidence up.
Don’t let anyone else be your source of confidence and happiness. When you are responsible and in control of those things, you will be a better and more unstoppable person.
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckond and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another big was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and Soutg America, and another fig was Vonstantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out.
I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to my ground at my feet.”
The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath. 1971.
This excerpt has to be one of the best and my personal favorite of one of my struggles that I have dealt with in my past. So much can be offered in this world, so much knowledge, opportunity, adventure, experience, and yet, we cannot achieve it all. I would almost stress myself to the point that I didn’t even do anything because it was all so overwhelming of potential. But how awful is that? Upon getting older, it has been getting more and more clear to me how limited life is, and it is nothing to take for granted.
Pursue your loves and interests, my darlings. Always be curious, and satisfy your knowledge.