I love this and Irma
There’s a regular at the fabric superstore. She’s at least 80 years old, and she just got back into sewing after giving it up for 40 years. We’ll call her Irma.
I love Irma.
Irma is constantly surprised by the newfangled sewing gadgets our store sells. Today she bought some extra-fine glass-head pins and a magnetic pincushion. As I’m ringing her purchases up, she tells me very seriously, “did you know, if you’re careful, you can sew RIGHT OVER those pins? You don’t need to take them out!”
I told her that I liked that you can’t accidentally melt the head of the glass pins with your iron, and she nodded. “They used to all be like that, but times changed.”
I love old sewing machines and asked what kind of machine she has, and she goes, “Oh, it’s an old Singer Featherweight that my husband bought me when we were first married. It’s probably not worth anything anymore, but the thing sews fine. Have you seen the ones those girls over there–” indicating the sewing machine sub-store in my location “–have? Those things go in every direction and the needle always comes to the top when you stop sewing! Imagine how handy that is!”
I mention that I used to sew on my grandmother’s Featherweight but now there’s a intra-family war about who owns Grandma’s Featherweight and so no one gets to use it. It’s genuinely the best portable straight-stitch machine I’ve ever used.
I warn her to never let anyone tell her that Featherweight isn’t worth something. “I know, I miss my husband and it’s always going to have a place in my heart, just like your grandma’s.”
“I mean, Irma, there’s that, but they’re also worth a really notable amount of money. The Singer Featherweight is really financially valuable. I almost never see them for sale around here for less than about $400, and that’s in bad condition.”
“It’s a good thing my husband’s dead, honey, because if you told him that he managed to buy a sewing machine that’s worth more in 2021 than he bought it for in 1950, well, he’d be so smug that I just wouldn’t be able to tolerate driving home with him.”
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New Year's Day is my comfort song the moment I find the live audio I am listening to it nonstop and crying I swear
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SAM CLAFLIN PAGE TO SCREEN ADAPTATIONS
Daisy Jones and the Six (2023) dir. James Ponsoldt, Nzingha Stewart, Will Graham Journey's End (2017) dir. Saul Dibb The Hunger Games: Catching Fire (2013) dir. Francis Lawrence Love, Rosie (2014) dir. Christian Ditter The Riot Club (2014) dir. Lone Scherfig Me Before You (2016) dir. Thea Sharrock Enola Holmes (2020) dir. Harry Bradbeer Adrift (2018) dir. Baltasar Kormákur My Cousin Rachel (2017) dir. Roger Michell Their Finest (2016) dir. Lone Scherfig
Can we talk about the cover for a second? Do you remember how she said she specifically chose the picture where she wasn't smiling because she didn't want to give away the album or have people form an opinion on it based on the cover and the mysterious one was better? But now with her own version she's full on smiling with her whole face shown, hair blowing in the wind and she looks so joyful and free.
What is or isn’t a slur can be highly contextual, y'all.
“Jonny Sims bummed a fag off my ma” doesn’t contain a slur, but “What are you, some kind of fag?” does.
“Queer studies”, “the queer community” and “I’m queer”? Not a slur. Some bigot calling you a “dirty queer”? Slur.
“Be gay, do crimes” and “He’s gay” ≠ slur, but “Ew, that’s so gay” = slur.
In conclusion, stop buying into this fucking “q slur” bullshit. Queer people talking about the queer community aren’t using it as a slur any more than a gay man calling himself gay is using that term as a slur.
I SWEAR TO GOD IF WE DON'T GET 1989TV
“i hate it here” is peak escapism and hearing her talk about how she lives in a garden no one else has access to in her mind (unlike the rest of her life) for most of the year is sooooo. made up scenarios and imagining living in the 1800s… it’s giving the lakes except she’s alone and she can’t actually leave. so much of the album is about feeling stuck and this one is about feeling stuck in herself.
Part of the writing process is listening to the same song on repeat until the words are absolutely meaningless and you're absorbing the pure, undistilled VIBES.
And then you go adding that essence to your draft like motherfucking vanilla extract, baby.
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