The Transcendental Moose

Look at this beautiful sewing room. Last week this was a total nightmare. (I have no “before” pictures but imagine the floor covered in fabric, fabric scraps, threads, pins [!!!], pattern tissue, garbage bags from aborted attempts to clean up, random junk that needed to get donated or thrown away, etc etc etc. No way there was room to vacuum, which is my benchmark of clean/dirty. I mean, seriously, it was awful.)

Ah, the pleasures of finally getting off my ass and making my living space livable. (Yes, the shelves need work as does the table, mostly that is contingent on buying more Ikea boxes and a spool rack. It’ll get done.)

omocat:

…happy…mommy day…

cause you’re harry potter, that’s all the fuck you do. 

#book one: you thought snape wanted to kill you and you went looking for him #book two: you went into the chamber of secrets to find tom riddle aka lord voldemort—the president of the people who want to kill harry potter club #book three: you went looking for sirius even though you thought he was an escaped murderer who wanted to kill you to complete the potter pack #book four: the entire triwizard tournament even though you didn’t voluntarily enter but you were in it all the same because someone who wanted you dead put your name in the goblet of fiyah #book five: where you angsted because people didn’t understand your longing to go after voldemort and then you did and sirius died #book six: where you prepared yourself for going after voldemort (again the president of that famous club where all the members wanted you dead) and dumbledore ended up dead #book seven: the prolonged camping trip that all built up to you going after voldemort. who wanted you dead #harry your entire life is spent looking for people who want you dead look at your life look at your choices 

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