I’m running down Queen West carrying all of my garment bags, but they turn into giant white worms… They wriggle down the street and I have to chase them into the Fashion Week tents… The garment bag worms still have zippers, so I unzip and unzip and unzip, but there’s nothing… I dig and dig through them for what feels like hours and discover the bags full of my dirty laundry… The models start walking out onto the runway in their underwear… Someone pushes me out on the runway… Everyone is laughing… I look down… I too am wearing my underwear!!!

I wake up in a cold sweat in my dark studio.

Maybe I should get out of bed…and do my laundry. I haven’t done laundry for a month. I haven’t done anything in a month besides sew.