I recently wrote about boredom and creativity. I'm sitting here, still quite proud of myself for my first efforts at reworking garments that I have and love, yet don't wear for whatever reason. I have sent three jackets off for alterations. I successfully dyed a pair of white skinny jeans grey. (They came out wonderful, by the way. I really need to wear them so I can take pics and show you I'm not lying. Also, I guess I'll have to take pics and show you what I did with the jackets, when they come back home from the seamstress.)
However, I am sitting here STILL BORED. I have the blue dye needed to dye those white wool pants I spoke of. However, I cannot bring myself to fill the sink with hot water and add the dye. There is something in me that doesn't know if I can pull this off.
I wore the pants once as they are. That was a year ago. Now, there is no point in having something beautiful if you aren't going to enjoy it, and I am most decidedly NOT enjoying these pants if they're just hanging in the closet. amiright?
So what the hell is wrong with me? I can only suppose it is a crisis of confidence, possibly brought on by the sads that have been attacking me lately. Ultimately, I don't suppose it matters what is causing it.Ultimately, the only thing that matters is: "what do I want to do about it?"
And there's the rub. Iono.
I don't know what I am going to do about it. The smart thing to do is dye the pants. I mean, it's not like I can make them any more of a waste of money than they already are, hanging there in my closet unworn and unappreciated.
Somebody kick me in the ass, please?