waiting for me...

my fabric sits and waits for me to use it.



I've started a craft journal to remind myself of all the half ideas in my head that need further development. Even if i learn that it ain't gonna happen due to the realities of my capabilities or time or money etc then it's worth it. What I really hope is that I have a more concrete path for my projects and they can become more than me f*ing around with a needle and thread.


last weekend was b's birthday and her cousin ordered a gorgeous cake that continued to melt while we waited for b to return from the bathroom/cig outside, clueless to our preemptive candle lighting.