My Happy Place - Albany
I’m sitting in suburbia, at a friends place, listening to the sounds of highways all around me, I’m struck at how different it is from waking up beside a beach in a small, semi rural town. The pace of life is very fast here, a lot of activity from all directions, & just the general craziness of a city at work, wheels in motion, keeping it afloat. I’ve been getting ready for a big event in my steampunk life, sadly hampered by Covid fears once again. We will be the host city to only ourselves this year, as another city who have had cases of Covid, thoughtfully & selflessly keep us safe from any possible contamination. So kind of them, they will be sorely missed this year. So I’m sewing anyway, in the hopes of being able to sustain a costume for the day, that is more my taste & functional for my needs. I realised yesterday, that this is my happy place. I was singing... always a good sign, & the time passed very quickly, as I feverishly try to assemble some new p...