Jane Priester
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"Haste Makes Waste"
I cut corners. I will admit it. More often than not, I will round up to the nearest inch when measuring something, rather than getting really close to the ruler, squinting my eyes, and counting each eighth of an inch. Having been born and raised in New York City, I am subconsciously always in a rush. I am perfectly aware of what I am doing. The little jingle my mom has been saying in her sing-song voice for as long as I can remember, “haste makes waste”, plays on repeat in my head as I go in with the scissors and make an irreversible cut. Perhaps I have conditioned myself to be comfortable living on the edge when it comes to clothing construction, stemming all the way back to the days when I would make Halloween costumes for my dolls. I was probably about six, which was the age my parents and grandma collectively decided I was old enough to have an expensive American Girl doll for Christmas and not somehow ruin it. Halloween was approaching fast, and my doll needed a witch costume ASAP. One thing that I am is resourceful, I’ll give myself that, a trait which led me into my dad’s sock drawer, a conglomeration of black dress socks loosely mixed in with a wide selection of crazily patterned ones. I pulled out some beauties, obviously not checking to see if they had mates, and ran out to show my babysitter Kristen. Kristen was a gem of a babysitter, in that she always gave 100% when it came to playing pretend with my sister and me. Therefore, I knew she would be thrilled to assist me in this endeavor.
By Jane Priester3 years ago in Lifehack