I took a heap of tees and did some math that basically meant taking a triangle out of the top between my shoulders. It's like a reverse dart. Anything stretchy that's meant to cover my hips rolls up, and I can't pretend like I want to wear crop tops or a baby doll tee.

Ooooh... This looks really cool too.

I have some stuff that I should gather up and repair/tailor. I love my body more than when I was younger, but clothes are scheming against me. It's annoying how many of my shirts either don't fit in the shoulders or don't fit at my hips.

Thank you two for such a delightful exchange. I'm giggling at my desk.

(...and you look great beawulf! Congrats on showing up your ex. 💜)

I know I don't want to live under any of their ideals, but this article from @noemamag.com and Alexandre Lefebvre explained to me what the f is going on here better than all the calls to connect and "listen" to the insults my MAGA uncle hurls my way.

Ooooh... You should revisit it once a decade just to see where you go.

Ooooh! So pretty!

I'm glad Laika lives on in people's memories + art. Her story bothered the heck outta me as a kid.