I got the busies, Part 1

Sometimes, so much happens.

I promise myself I'm going to write all about it when I have downtime. The analysis is an Important Step. My heart and my English degree tell me this is a good intention to have. Unfortunately, however, things just keep on happening, so I have little time to write about them happening, you know? My brain turns off in little ways when I am consistently this busy. I started the coffeemaker not once but twice last week without putting coffee in it. (VITAL STEP.) Lately the only things I have been writing are emails and notes in my schedule book.

(Sadly: not a schedule note.)

SO. I'm a newly minted intern. I work in the cutting room at a small garment factory on the Hill where I show up three times a week and where, among other tasks, they let me use a hand-held electric fabric-cutter called the Chickadee! I cannot use the glittery Sabre machine (which is actually spelled that way and which plugs into its electrical place of honor straight into the ceiling) but I can see it all go down. I mean, this thing can cut through 50+ layers of fabric AT THE SAME TIME. I'm tracin' patterns and fittin' it all together and having a really great time of it. I am watching and learning and rising before the sun (it feels like that but to be honest, it's April now apparently and it's light out at 7am). At the end of the line, stuff like this gets made.


Then they sell these topnotch vests, jackets, parkas, and sweaters to J.Crew and A.P.C. and a boutique in LA called South Willard and lots of Japanese retailers with rad names.

So that happened. Is happening.

The only rule is make.