My girlfriend and I went antiquing today. I found some 'haute' naks from the past. Some representing sacred glamor of the '70s, which came from sewing books published with psychedelic covers made to only catch the eye of a starving beginner. It was fate, especially when I passed the "Singer: The MR. Sewing Machine" on the way to get a chilled Budweiser Clamato. Maybe someday I'll break out my machine- #1 gift circa Christmas 2009- out of the box and sew my first piece. I don't know if I'm made to make my own clothes or bask in the comfort others'. Either way, I'm on the path of rendering my career in fashion, however that leads me & surviving to keep an open eye.
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