Yesterday I felt creative. One of my leather bags has a small tear on one side, and it was really becoming too difficult to ignore. Since I literally have never done any needlework/stitching in my life, I thought it an apt occasion to begin to try and learn. The image – to the right, here – shows how bad it looked, and for some reason I felt like it would be easy to mend. How wrong I was.
The string they use to stitch the leather together is so incredibly feeble that, when I attempted to push the needle out back through the leather hole, SNAP! Near impossible with no experience, so naturally I switched to fishing wire. Off went the string they used, and in went the clear little thread of steel. It was thin, but still a tad larger than what those holes were make for. Fortunately it was stronger than any thread I’d find and I eventually found a rhythm in stitching through three holes with a thimble, pulling the needle out with my teeth, tightening my string, and making knots to finish the job. They’re hidden here, but I took a hot metal object (some sort of tool, I really don’t know what it was to be honest), heated it up over a candle, and seared my knots so they’d look less like knots and more like tiny plastic pancakes, which is sort of what they look like now. Voilà! My bag is fixed, and I am proud of myself for saving money by not getting it professionally done, but moreover I’m impressed at the work my hands can do with a little fishing line, a needle, my teeth and some fire.
This entry marks the beginning of the sixth blog I’ve created. That’s slightly unsettling. Thinking back though, it makes sense that I had so many outlets for my thoughts. The first two blogs – both blogspot sites – were fragmented thoughts and rants of my high school life. They were semi-public spheres, my chance to broadcast semi-private thoughts to friends. Another site was a tumblr, which of course ended up being pictures and music and re-blogging instead of actually writing. Those are all gone now. I haven’t had my own, personal-yet-still-public writing space for a while now; I’m truly excited.
Please note that this blog’s inception is timely. Twelve hours until the start of a new year, eight days before I move into a new apartment, ten days before I begin my second semester of junior year in college. The feeling in the air is change, and it’s high time that I have a medium to track it, discuss it, lament it, etc. “Change” here is used in reference to my newfound dedication to being healthy, fit, and happy(-y+ier).
There will be no more talk of “blogs”; I feel as though my history of online writing and talking about the existence of this site is awkward and inappropriate. From now on, it’ll be about whatever the hell I am doing or thinking on a given day. This means it will likely surround food, friends, fitness, and fun. (Too much alliteration? I think yes.) Happy New Year, guys! Here’s to wishing that 2012 is an improvement from 2011, and that we all survive that whole 12-12-12 thing.