sketches-1

Sometimes I forget what it was like to be in school, rushing out projects and garments. I still remember the sleepless nights the crazy amount of caffeine consumed in a single day and the adrenalin rush every time something gets done on time.

I still sew my own clothes from time to time. Granted right now, there was no one to guide me, no one to tell me if I’m doing something wrong, no one to tell me if they think it is nice or feasible.

I miss being in school and being told what to do.

Sometimes I’m masochistic like that. :/