I'm in the kitchen. One of the only properly lit room in this appartment. Real light so we can see things.
That and the living room. Except in the living room, we do not have properly working stores, so we feel like we're being watched; in fact, we're probably being watched!
Most of the time it's not a problem, I do what I need to do during the day or I sleep during the day and do nothing at night.
Today my mom was hurling at the phone, so I couldn't concentrate. Well, I say hurling, but don't worry: she was just speaking in alsacian, which sounds just the same to me. It's like some kind of happy hurling.
Then it was dark, and I saw too badly. I could concentrate on seeing correctly, so I messed up.
As I'm in the kitchen, the fabric scraps with which I'm gonna make bracelets and necklaces will smell like pommes sautées or whatever that smell of the kitchen is. The freezer makes a weird, supportable sound.
I got this dress for 1€. It has a white, wrinkly collar and ending-of-sleeves, which I can't wait to unsew. It's not wrinkly on purpose, but because of lack of care from previous owner. Or because I didn't iron it. Either way, it looks better without the collar and with 7/8 sleeves.
The cardigan sweater I got from my 10 or 11-years-old, when it was way too big. When I saw it again in my closet, I wondered why I didn't give it away, then thought that I'll probably regret giving it away after thinking of a way to wear it (that kind of stuffs happens to me a lot!)
Then I couldn't find one of my other, better red cardigan. So I wore it. And it does look good. The only thing I can reproach is that the collar stay up after being opened. I like this cardigan, now.
I guess I didn't like it because I wore it mainly when I was in a bad place in life.
The smell is becoming increasingly offensive!