turns out my days are almost fully free while i'm in iowa. sometimes nothing until eight p.m. what will i do? i don't know when i've had such unoccupied time. the last time i was without a summer job i was thirteen. i don't ever just have whole days free.
so much possibility, such unfamiliar spaciousness. so naturally i have to fill it.
hmm.
so the sewing machine comes along. and i pattern the cutest hats. and i sew a suitcase full of bags. and i bring them home to sell at the cutest shop that side of guerrero. if i use old materials from iowa how exotic that will be back in the bay. and if i sell them how much less will i need my rancid job. and how much more badass will i feel due to all of it.