“If you were all alone in the universe with no one to talk to, no one with which to share the beauty of the stars, to laugh with, to touch, what would be your purpose in life? It is other life, it is love, which gives your life meaning. This is harmony. We must discover the joy of each other, the joy of challenge, the joy of growth.”
— Mitsugi Saotome
i think it's genetic. this huge buzz i get from making a silk purse out of a sow's ear. doing a jerry rig. making old sheets into skirts. why is resurrecting someone else's throw-outs so satisfying? and addictive?
it's like my own personal brand of heroin. (yeah, that was a movie line. i wore the sunflower skirt to new moon tonight. which, incidentally, blew both the teens and the cougars away. those glittery sparkles. gasp. and the fight scene with the volturi!!! oh and alice and jasper!!!!! and jacob climbing up the house!!! and wasn't victoria fantastic?!!! i think i'll dye my hair... oh, i might have to get a red sheet to match.)
P.S. i'm still Team Fozzie X