You know how you have those friends that you haven’t kept in touch with in years, the kind of friend that you really only knew through someone else but you think that if you had the chance right now, you’d be besties just because you’ve grown up or whatnot?
If that friend showed up on your doorstep asking to come in, it would be kind of awkward, wouldn’t it? Awkward in the way that they wouldn’t be inconveniencing you in the slightest and you know that you would have the best conversation ever, but they’re not exactly expected and you haven’t gone grocery shopping, so all you have is an empty bottle of soy sauce and those suspicious-looking carrots.
Some costumes make me feel like that. They’re, of course, the costumes that seem to choose me rather than the other way around.
So you open the door, take a look at it, look at the materials in your sewing basket and shake your head, then open the door wider and tell it to go ahead and get comfortable because you don’t have the heart to send it away.
And then you put hot water on for tea, because you just now found that really good tea from way back tucked in the shadows of the pantry and you realize that if anyone would appreciate that tea, it would be that person. Or that character would appreciate your sewing time. You know what I mean.