old entries never posted

Jan 22, 2008 15:02

Lately all I’ve been thinking of is sewing. I have mom’s old sewing machine, but I want to buy fabric and make a coat.
The pictures in the sewing book are disappointing. They’re shoddy and unappealing with a stiffness to the fabric. I prefer voile and calico and wool and cashmere. My tastes are too expensive. One can only indulge with a. dead peoples’ clothes or b. lots of money.
Jason and Jane (Waldenbooks) are unimaginative.
In class I cried and wrote a bad poem. All I wanted was to take the mind unaware, shock and then fill, a lovely black girl with backs of knees or elbows like chalices. I write belles lettres to older men and wonder if I’ll be able to write anything more. Detailing dreams probably wears on the recipient.
Liz won’t give me more than two days for Thanksgiving.
Previous post Next post
Up