Tuesday, June 19, 2012


"memory is the seamstress, and a capricious one at that.  memory runs her needle in and out, up and down, hither and thither.  we know not what comes next, or what follows after.  thus, the most ordinary movement in the world, such as sitting down at a table and pulling the inkstand towards one, may agitate a thousand odd, disconnected fragments, now bright, now dim, hanging and bobbing and dipping and flaunting, like the underlinen of a family of fourteen on a line in a gale of wind."

- virginia woolf

dressmaker's dummy courtesy of fallen-stock at:

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