I restlessly cast my eyes over fabric spilling from boxes and instead, went into my bedroom. I rifled through my jeans drawer and pulled out a pair and critically eyed them. Then I chopped them up as quick as wink. The making of the tote bag wasn't quick as a wink of course. It consumed several pleasant hours and an even pleasanter finish line. Aren't finish lines lovely? I don't always feel like 'doing' something. It is sort of the same feeling as standing on a dock. The water ripples below but you can't bring yourself to jump in. It will feel cold at first. And then you step off the edge and in a moment you are swimming for your life.
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