"Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy. He hath borne me on his back a thousand times, and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! My gorge rises at it." Hamlet Act 5 Scene 1

This time in my home has brought out a weirdly craft obsessed version of me. Since being home, I have sewed, made jewelry, knit, and written more than I have since being in college. I am bizarrely obsessed with creation right now, but am also incredibly distracted. I can't settle to any single task, so I bounce from task to task and accomplish a myriad of small, mishmash crafts that I am ever dissatisfied by. I pulled out my Kenmore 10 sewing machine that I inherited from my great aunt Evelyn, and she bought it in 1985. The box it was in was packed by my mother in my childhood room, which, due to a sudden move, was packed up without me. All of the belongings that had not made the move to college with me; simple, sentimental things or clutter that mattered but was maybe too youthful to follow me was unceremoniously shoved into boxes. The unboxing was musty and bittersweet, smelling faintly of oil and machinery and plenty of old fabric. It is the machine I learned to sew on, from many sweet, older ladies that had patience for my seven year old curiosity. The machine reminded me of the connection I had with the women in my family before me, who were all artistic makers and creators. This machine was a physical tie to my past and a tool for the present. I sewed medical grade masks for my workplace, out of old fabric. Fabric that was clearly purchased in the 90's by older women of questionable taste. My machine broke after 5 days of use. And I moved on to my next project. What have you been up to in your quarantine?