Sleep of Faith

My whole perfect outfit I have planned for tomorrow depends on these pants I just finished sewing, then washing and am now drying. And you know how that went the last time.

So my whole night will be an exercise in faith. And yeah I could just plan a backup outfit but it wouldn't be nearly as enchanted, you know?

I believe in those slacks. I really do.





Do slacks matter? Does anything matter? I don't know for sure, but I do know that I feel a million times better now that I have time to sew. My world is right again, and I'm excited for the next fun thing to happen.

I think that I'd like to spend a month somewhere friendly and way tropical, and crochet a new bikini every other day in the sunshine while I work on my tan. And drink drinks out of real hollowed out pineapples. And paint my toes and fingers the color of orchids.

Sweet dreams.