Oink Oink 🐷

Another day of an old lady abroad. I’ve been living here for years, yet I write as if I just arrived in this country. I try to get my old bones moving every morning, but still – these days, once a month, are unchanging. It’s that one variable that always makes me feel… meh. Just like the rest of the women in the world.

This morning I woke up determined to conquer Sunday, at least the way one conquers a new land. It’s already afternoon, and here I am, lying down. Lying down and whining.

Somewhere in the studio, in a room, on a mannequin, waits a dress woven from such thin viscose that I need a slip to protect passersby from seeing my old bones peeking through the fabric. The dress – unfinished, like many ambitious projects. Well, sometimes it’s worth being gentle with yourself. So I decided to just lie there a little longer.