I’m thinking of selling original, matted Polaroids in my Etsy shop. What I don’t know is if anyone would buy them. Do you have thoughts?
I realized today, in a profound wash of feeling and logic, that I’ve been getting depressed over the past few days. Flattened affect. Thoughts of harm. Sleeping during the day. I should know better by now what these things mean, but I never learn. It is always insidious, this mood.
Today is Chris’ birthday, and we are going to a Sardinian restaurant down the street that is supposed to be quite good. I’m wearing a mid-length, dust-rose dress with a sash around the waist. I am trying to encourage myself to wear make-up. I am trying to lift my own spirits.