So, my spring break started technically after I left Italian at 12 on Friday. It doesn't seem or feel like spring break, or that I should even be at this place in my life.
I've been busy, I've been a wreck, I've been stressed, I've been just a roller coaster of emotions.
But the point of this post was actually to avoid my life as it may be. I've been sewing for the past couple of days. It feels good. It also means cursing like a sailor and a restless spirit. So, here's what I have to show for it. Enjoy.