BraceLand

You know that feeling you get when you finally, after many attempts, get the thread to go through the g-d’ed needle hole? At 29, I feel that way. I spent my twenties approaching the needle from every which way, poking my fingers, getting really frustrated, threatening to give up. On the cusp of my thirties I can’t wait to get to work sewing it all up.

(I blame the insanely nice-for-February weather and a really gratifying message I found in my inbox this morning–more on that later this spring–for this little piece of inspiration).