As you know, I'm a dreamer. Lately, I've been dreaming a lot. As in lay down to sleep, close my eyes, and imagines begin jumping and dancing all over my brain. Mostly patterns of the clothing variety. Which is extremely intimidating because I am not a seamstress. However, I'm shooting for the moon with this whole fabric design thing, so why not me, you know? I'll never know if I don't try.
The result of this renewed vigor of dreams is that I am very tired. And anxious. And terrified. And hopeful. And more of the terrified.