I’ve had a hunch that if ever I just stopped -laid it to rest for a while, -didn’t pick anything up until I was moved to do so, that the movement made would be just right.
s/s13 I like those letters and numbers. I like their mystery and magic. I like year 13. I like it’s awkwardness and humility.
In a week I looked up and made dresses, made 1 call. Had coffee two mornings ago. There’s a loose idea of photos. I’m throwing dresses on my family. My pal will photograph. There won’t be a set. There will be clothes. They are just right.
I think I am growing into being just right too. Maybe this will be how life grows from now on. I’d like that.