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So, the fact that i love literature- the journey, the lessons, the people I meet along the way: and it has shaped most of my life. I remember when i was 11 or younger and i would go to the library every week and that was what I most looked foreword to- the miles of books that stretched along ivory covered shelves, their spines broken and creased with time and love, the back of the elderly book shaped around the rotting pages and the torn skin. I loved running around with my mother in tow, dragging her along aisles until I was beside myself with a pile of books, especially in the summer, when the brisk air conditioned cooled the sweat on my forehead. I remember thumbing through with a concentrated look on my face: my pink tongue swelled to the front of my mouth, peeking through my innocently young lips. I remember penning titles on lists of summer reading books, and I was so proud. I see now my mother sitting near my bed, with her back propped up against the side, reading and reading and reading: I liked watching her mouth move. As I slipped into slumber I gazed at that mouth that kissed me on the forehead morphing and stretching itself into sounds, and words, and sentences, and how my world would eventually go dark and quiet.

Later, I remember writing down the words that once captivated me, even to the one syllabled, "a" or "the" that strung coherent thought together.

And now i remember this: I remember each moment as it passes by, a page so recently passed that you can quickly turn back the page and re-read the moment, but not rewrite it. And how i wish i could rewrite it. But remember it with love, like the last line of a book you can't re-read for the first time. A story where you can't remember the ending as much as you wish, then train wreck you can't wash out of your brain. Remember what you can't rewrite.

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Did anyone notice i skipped 75 and 76? lol.

So i've undertook a new project, a really intense one that I'm actually going to finish:

No. It's not about books and it's not about writing, although i do enough of that for school as it is, I'm saving finishing Ner0& Nadia for the summer at the toll booth. What I am doing though:

Is creating my own Prom Dress!!!!!!

I'll be keeping you guys updated through my blog on how this project goes, right now i have the design drawn, and the fabric bought, and the sewing machine in my room-- hopefully it'll move past that with the delightful help of my friend Becca (my sewing savior)

The inspiration of the dress is a pride and prejudice style with the colors from Hermione's Yule Ball dress. The slightly low empire waist with simple a-line skirt and laced accents really make it very Austen. On the HP front, the rosy colors are evocative of Hermione's dress in the Yule Ball movie, not so much the book.

And the next step of course would be designing it:

and next would be to secure a sewing machine from my lovely friend Cola:

and FINALLY we went fabric shopping (Kyra, Becca, and I)

And Becca was really happen about her Africa-style cotton.

This is the fabric for my dress:

So wish me luck, and pray to the sewing gods for me,

Valerie.