I accompanied a group of law students for a weekend in New York City and wore newly-made pajama pants in my gloomy room with an airshaft view at the Empire Hotel:
While in NYC, I met a friend in Brooklyn at the Brooklyn Flea Market!
And I made another cycling dress, made of $2 mystery knit from Michael Levine's sale table (but not the by-the-pound loft) and Simplicity 2580, bad pictures of which would follow, but all they really do is set all my body dysmorphia alarm bells ringing so I'm omitting the pictures.
Somehow the me in my head is much fatter but also much thinner than the me who shows up in the mirror (and worse, in photos). It is very hard to sew for myself when I don't know (or want to know) what I look like. Even my familiar seems a bit disapproving.
Maybe I'll make a dress for my tiny little DD.
"Somehow the me in my head is much fatter but also much thinner than the me who shows up in the mirror"... oh, how I know what you are talking about! I think the worst is mirrors beside escalators. Who the heck is that??
ReplyDeleteI wonder often myself. Funny how we all think it, but no one will change those darn mirrors out.
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