2004.12.11 10:07
I was anxious.
Would I fall behind after switching majors so late? Was it the wrong choice?
Looking at my red, burning fingers from sewing,
every time I clutched my aching back from the sewing machine,
my heart was half excitement, half anxiety.
Two days after starting the sewing machine...
I ripped apart a pair of jeans at home.
Tracing the torn pants onto paper, I remember piecing it together with fabric scraps from school.
It took six months to realize, and a year to truly learn,
that what I had been tracing onto paper was called a pattern... ^^heh
