Concussion, hungover, and possibly a slightly bruised ego. Gotta love the walks home from the middle of nowhere in -5, trying to tie the pieces of your brain back together. So I tried to slowly sow it back together, sat down like Peter Pan without a shadow and slowly stitched each end of myself together. I may have used a few cut outs, and un-picker here or there, little did my hands know they had no sowing ability, so I did it by feel. I sowed a place for all my friends and family, so when I returned they could add parts of them self to me again. I didn't have any room left after that, so I add another layer, for memories and for heartbreak. Maybe I should have left those parts out, but other wise I wouldn't be able to be thankful for what I have now and what I have been through to get it.
So my sewing experiment worked well. Although I sowed myself in a ball, I knew I didnt have any skills, and left myself all wrapped up, with my friends, family and sadness wrapped up so tightly I hope they never escape.
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