An Introduction

 My name is Sophie. I'm a rather silly student who is interested in far too many things for my own good. I'm an American who better get her pretty little arse to the United Kingdom someday. My life is very strange and incredibly unique.

I'm also a writer. I once even upkept a blog, centered mostly around hot button issues of the day and going to concerts. I lost steam after quite some time. I tried to revive the momentum by writing opinion pieces for my university's student run paper. I quit before the semester was over, as I'd realized that I could not come up with a topic to write about that wasn't something negative - something that made me angry. I realized that was one of the big hurdles in life - reveling in what ticks us off as opposed to striving towards something better - and exactly the reason why my old blog had withered away.

Over the past few months or so I've picked up a love for the indelible art of sewing. It's a craft that brings me great joy and heaps of mental fulfillment. As I'd reignited my creative spark some months earlier - I'm almost a year into writing what's surely not my last novel as I write this - I began to realize that, as I got used to the art, sewing is a craft with just as much depth as a poem, painting, or what have you. The sewing process, to me as a seamstress, is very three dimensional and even emotional. Every article of clothing is a culmination of influences, which are often very disparate and very leftfield. A song, a person, an idea of a person, the glimmer off the hood on a car on a scorching hot day - any of these things can help turn a good piece of fabric into something to be worn with depth.

 I just so happen to view a lot of things this way. With such a perspective in my head and hands, it's more of a framework for the way my mind processes all these influences, at least in this context. It's also a way of making yourself look good, and there's no way to make yourself feel good better than putting on clothes that actually fit.

I just hope whatever posts follow can grant you a little peek into my world - whether I'm discussing a dress or something I just made, an encounter I had, or something inconsequential that fascinates me. Who knows, and maybe someone will care.

The name of this blog is derived from a poem I wrote this summer of the same name. I often write in very spontaneous bursts, so I planned on this being something longer and more song-like, but I moved on to the next thing, so it's sort of stuck as-is for me. I still like it, though:

I will pick the flowers and you will lord the land
You will cut the wood and I will ask if I can hold your hand
After I remove your splinters

Who will wear the crinoline in this ol’ batch of sin

Pretty neat, eh? Please hire me to write lyrics for your old-style prog-rock band circa 1971. I'll make you a glittering cape free of charge and I can even play the tambourine.

Here is a photo of me so you all know I exist. It's cold right now.

Tschuss,
Sophie