the more I sew for myself the more i'm convinced fast fashion has completely broken our brains; the lack of value we place on clothing as personal belongings deserving of ongoing care and maintenance & the indifference to the labour and resources required to create it...I despair
overheard a woman in a gift shop: "I want this mug with the puffins, but the problem is I haven't actually seen the puffins yet, so I can't buy the mug now. but then we might not come back to this shop, so..."
honestly feeling very seen
travel has you thinking you're so worldly and competent and then you find yourself in an airbnb kitchen being tripped up by how to open a plastic bottle from a foreign supermarket
my swimming hot take is that swimming in the fast lane is about efficiency, not just swim pace. I don't care how fast you are, if you're holding everyone up because you don't know lane etiquette, you don't belong in the fast lane
I had a nightmare last night that my entire life was infused with a slowly spreading mould and I didn't know how to stop or eradicate it. what does this mean