Why is everything handmade with love? I want things handmade from spite: the skill you learned from your horrible estranged mother and you now have made your own. I want things handmade from staying up till 3 am watching a horror movie and frantically knitting to quell the sense of dread. Give me something handmade with horniness. I want one of the 20 ceramic bowls you practiced making at home so you could seduce your crush in pottery class sell me that. Sell me something handmade out of pettiness, quilted from your exes sweaters. I want something handmade with caffeine withdrawal anxiety and something handmade out of necessity like the sword you forged to survive the harsh winter when you got lost in the forest and you had to hunt to survive, but you made it through so now you can sell it on etsy. I want
My first fashion show was almost completely made from spite. Two dresses were made from a deep red taffeta that had been intended as an ex’s suit, and one was made from what was meant for my wedding dress. One was made from vintage funeral robes, two were designed in the rage from another breakup. I named all of them for poisonous and stinging plants.
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