i have no idea why, but this evening i decided to pull out my sewing machine. i splurged on this sweet bernina baby right before i started working at sugar, but once i got the yum
job i suddenly had no more free time. i was living, breathing (not to mention eating) food 24x7, and there was seriously no time for another domesticated hobby. but that was three and half years ago. we all know that time constraint can't have been true this whole time. i think the better reason why my bernina got dusty is that i have very little skill. seriously i can barely do straight lines correctly. maybe it would help if i had a chair that was the same height as desk. but well, that's another story.
as an aside, i've been having really weird (not to mention stressful) dreams lately. none of them are recurring -- i've never really had a recurring dream -- but lately there's been lots of subway stations. really huge grandiose ones, and lots of weird trains. i always make it on to the train (sometimes it's a close call) and they're always different. sometimes they look like a generic subway train, sometimes they look like airport tram trains, and sometimes they look like old trains. anyone have any theories?