And you've got some words to mold, and you can make them yours
It's dark out and I'm lying on the wet street with my cheek against a rock and my pant leg caught in the gears of a fallen bicycle. The ocean wind is cold and howling in my face, easing a sharp stream of tears out of the left eye. Through the blur I see the load of fabric, patterns, bags and cases of thread strewn around me and it is just possible that I've never felt quite this way before.
Now I'm injured and still a little lost, but I've got a friend somewhere in one of the appartments in James Bay and I am definitely going to find it.
I find it and can't remember her buzzer number so I guess wrong.
I guess wrong and wrong and wrong.
Then right.
I get upstairs and Beth and Nancy are waiting for me in the hallway and it's warm and they are both smiling. Beth has spent a lot of time and energy making a delicious Thai tofu curry with fancy red rice, which smells like something out of a wonderful dream. She has also fixed me a strong drink- which felt good on my sore knee.
Beth and I sewed and chatted- her creation was carefully measured, cut, and pinned and mine looked like a potato sack, which I continued to sew without pinning or measuring until it fit. I admire the way she does things with such care and attention- such as using a pattern. Such as cooking groumet meals for her friends, who are not so savy with such things.
There aren't many people I feel as well around.
Now I'm injured and still a little lost, but I've got a friend somewhere in one of the appartments in James Bay and I am definitely going to find it.
I find it and can't remember her buzzer number so I guess wrong.
I guess wrong and wrong and wrong.
Then right.
I get upstairs and Beth and Nancy are waiting for me in the hallway and it's warm and they are both smiling. Beth has spent a lot of time and energy making a delicious Thai tofu curry with fancy red rice, which smells like something out of a wonderful dream. She has also fixed me a strong drink- which felt good on my sore knee.
Beth and I sewed and chatted- her creation was carefully measured, cut, and pinned and mine looked like a potato sack, which I continued to sew without pinning or measuring until it fit. I admire the way she does things with such care and attention- such as using a pattern. Such as cooking groumet meals for her friends, who are not so savy with such things.
There aren't many people I feel as well around.