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Re: Bella Heathcote (X2)

Stitchy — Thu, 10 May 2012 13:48:21 -0000

The first dress is cute, but I worry about the buttons in the back. That third one is dangling already. The second dress looks like a sexy maid costume. A nice one, but still, like something Alice might wear if Sam took to her to the annual Butcher's Fetish Ball.

Also, the wall of bangs to wide-eye ratio is a tough one to calculate. Deschanelification is imminent.

Re: Afraid To Be Awesome

Stitchy — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 18:52:54 -0000

Wow, you guys are really speaking my language here.

" I realized I’m not remotely afraid to fail. I am, however, painfully afraid to be awesome."
and
"Commitment and expectations, these are at the heart of it for me."

are exactly it. When I was about 10 or 12 and painfully shy, I was at an amusement park doing one of those midway games where you shoot water into a clown's mouth, racing to get your marker to move to the top of a board. I was playing against other kids my age (I didn't know them) and I was going to win. I totally had it, my aim was on and I was seconds away. Then I very purposly aimed my stream of water away from the clown's mouth.

I don't know why I did it, but I think part of it was that I didn't want anyone's attention on me. I didn't want the blinking lights and the scoffs of the other kids who lost to some loser fat girl.

I don't know exactly, but I remember that whenever I'm about to stop myself from doing something that I know I can do, even if no one else does. I still have the tendency to do it, but I fight it every inch of the way.

Re: Stuck.

Stitchy — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 18:09:50 -0000

Oh hey, who let you into my head and why are you writing it's contents on your blog? I'm right there with you. How are we supposed to make this work, this being crafty/writing thing? So far it's caused more bills than it's really paid for and yet I persist.

I'm not freelancing, but I'm terrified of both leaving my day job and never leaving my day job. The whole thing is elusive and I'm reaching for something, but I'm not sure what. Often that leads to a handful of something squishy and gross and potentially dangerous. And yet . . .