“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.”

I love how glass protects and preserves. There is something magical about things behind glass, yet there is a small glimmer of sadness in the object so alone from the world outside, its' invisible walls keeping it secluded and safe, but keeping it out of human contact.

Im not sure how im meant to feel, giving that my room is made of glass. Hmm.

...I love my life



So I went to Northampton. Wow. How can I describe it other than a city full of emotionless dead product of incest vile scrawny not even beings that you see when you lift up a stone. There is nothing, I repeat, nothing, in Northampton. Shops that I have never hear of and nothing I wanted to see. I really want to say it was quaint, pretty, charming, all those words that you use when you go to somewhere like Totnes. Now Totnes is similar in that well.. there isn't really anything there, but its bloody lovely. So why was Northampton so fucking vile? I dont know.

The springline factory is about 12 minutes drive into some more nowhere, and even the drive through the city was dull. However, the factory.. oh my god it was amazing. All these smart chaps in white coats, tenderly making worms, doing shit with a lathe, and plating lasts or whatever they do. It was like willy wonkas chocolate factory in there.

I inhaled the sawdust and it felt good. I love what I do, even if it means I have to go to Northampton. (where I wont be going again.)

Minds

'Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people.'

- Eleanor Roosevelt

Skin

I bought all of my skins yesterday for this collection. I felt a little part of me got lost that day. Lost in that big old warehouse. I felt it before one year ago but it was a different feeling, because this time I am on my own with this. This collection is entirely for myself and no one else. It's a nice feeling but I cant help feeling a little lonely, but I think that is just how it's meant to be. I was meant to start 2010 with a clean palette, and I didn't, I was greedy. I can see that now. I have to stop wanting to make stuff for these impossible, beautiful, powerful women. The incident (of rather.. lack of) with Miss P. really got me down last year. I vowed never to make anyone anything again and for now, I do think that is the case. This collection was meant to be for me and I keep on getting caught up in other peoples dreams and aspirations. I need to be stronger than that.

Its my collection, I need to do this for me, and not for anyone else