I’ve been working hard on this semester’s project, and it’s looking a bit like this:
stackable wine glasses for different types of wine, with detachable stem. We’ll see how that evolves.
2011 Advent Calendar: I cut 24 stars out of cheap packing paper and 24 stars out of red, green, silver and golden construction paper. Stuck something inside, like gummy bears, dice, a tiny notebook, stickers, a tiny magnifying glass, marbles etc. And then sewed them in pairs. With glitter glue I wrote the days. They’re all in a beautiful bamboo basket and there they have it. Lucky kids. I was 26 when I first learned what an advent calendar is.
I rarely write anything personal in here, for a variety of reasons. Among the stalkers and batshit crazy people who come in everyday and go through everything I’ve ever written, my family who come to see my children, and google image search that come and see babies with a long tongue, I don’t really bother. But when I started this blog, at least at the beginning, it was a great way to vent, pretend I was talking to my therapist for free, and to try to find myself by expressing things I didn’t even know I thought or knew. It didn’t last because I got too lazy to write or because my therapist was really good! Yes, I think that was it.
Some wounds are inexplicably still open, like my father’s and my grandfather’s death, or like the conditions in which Damiano was born. It’s very exhausting, to try and pretend these things are not there, and it’s exhausting that they’re there in the first place, and that’s why I cannot keep it up.
see you all.