seaglassgarden

i am soooooooo...... sleeempy. when are they gonna pay me to get a good night's snooze

my shopping trip on tues went rly well!! i started off with a pair of boys' black pants from that fit p nicely. nothing special, but i like the way boys' pants fit on me. there's a sharpness to them that feels right. then i got suuuuuuper lucky in the clearance section of a gap kids: two identical pairs of black slacks in my size with just enough give in the waist to make it easy to bend down. the tag said they were $9 a pair, which was already good, but then i got to the register and they were $5.50!! no cardigan though..... i saw an incredibly cute sweater that i unfortunately had to pass up: cream and sky blue checkerboard with pink strawberries. i had to be strong. i was there On Business. but someday i'll have the sweater collection of my dreams

when i first started working my job i went with the same outfit the managers wear: polo in our store color tucked into jeans. but now that i think abt it, that's rly not me. it's fine, but id look so much better in black pants, a nice white button down, and a store color cardigan. then i can use the other pieces for a future office job too. ive felt for a while that i have a lot of progress to make before i am the kind of person who would do well in an office. i think that's still true, but even just shopping for new clothes feels like a step in the direction of becoming that person

then when i was waiting for the bus home, i chatted with some1 waiting for the same bus and we v briefly became friends in that moment :-) they waved when they were leaving and i thought that was rly sweet

when i got home i started rachel cusk's book outline, which im enjoying more than i expected to. i heard it described as the protagonist having a series of conversations with people, which it is, but i expected them to feel a lot more disjointed. they're linking together to form a much more interwoven story than i thought they would. and the prose! it's not complex at all, but it's one of those books that has a sentence that stops you in your tracks from time to time with how astute it is

before i went to bed i wrapped up a collage piece i was doing for a february art challenge, and i think im done with the challenge for now. i found myself losing steam in a weird way. it wasn't that i didn't want to do collage art anymore, but that its role in my creative world was evolving, and i didn't want to rush that process. previously id done digital collage as a way to connect with friends. i almost always stream my projects in one of my discords, and it creates a rly chill space for my friends to hop on and chat about random stuff. a lot of the events in that discord can be kinda big or have a set roster of ppl who show up, and i like being able to provide a quieter setting

but, y'know. that meant the art wasn't the point. and now that im spending more time with collage and considering the things i can do with it, i want to be more intentional about my pieces. previously i improvised the entire way through, but im thinking about maybe doing mixed media work and being more intentional about what im communicating with my collage pieces. im a writer at heart and maybe mixing the two would bring me more in touch with the kind of art i want to create