When did getting daydrunk and quilting become my Saturday tradition?
Today I finished the dinosaur quilt square, the Poison Ivy square, the Joker square, and a huge bottle of red wine.
And now I have to stop and get dressed for a 1989 themed party.
What even is…what am I doing with my life?
Western maine? Where from? Me too - I grew up in Jay, not sure if that counts as “west enough.”
My mum bought a half-burnt down (former funeral home) farmhouse in Andover when I was in high school and my dad lived in the former parish house of a Universalist church in Oxford Hills. A lot of free time was spent shoplifting wine from the Walmart in Rumford and then drinking it while watching the trucks coming and going from the paper mill.
This is after a childhood in Rhode Island which is like New Jersey without the disposable incomes.
Then I dropped out of college in Farmington to move to San Francisco, planning on first spending one summer in Portland- but then I lived next to this little dive bar and started hanging out there and the rest you know. I still visit Farmington a lot though and always pass through Jay…and the perpetually under construction roads.
Why, yes, The Traditional Ten Month Leather and Mustache Roommate Anniversary Party was a success.
I knit my own mustache but my hot pink leather jacket didn’t show up until this week.