This is my dress so far. I just have to elasticate the neck and hem the bottom and it'll be finished. Now that it's in the shape of a dress though I'm not sure about the material at all. As material it's beautiful. The leftover scraps on my kitchen table still enthrall me. The material as a dress, however - what was I thinking? It's so pale pink! And is reminding me of the voluminous gowns my granny used to wear. Still, perhaps when it's properly finished it'll suddenly come into its own? (Thinking I should've listened to my head and gone with the dark blue material instead.)
And now it's ten to ten in the morning. I need to leave here at 10am to go to the gym, and be back here for half eleven so Hagos can give me a lift to the bus stop to get the bus to work.
I'm going to the gym as often as possible - every day until I hit a day when my body is just too tired to run. And every night I look at myself in the mirror and think, am I not thin yet? How much more exercise do I have to put myself through? And I can see a difference in my body, I just wish it happened at double the pace.
On Birth and Lino-Cutting
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