A few days back I followed my child into the costume morgue in the bowels of the high school. In college I spent many, many hours crammed between costume racks (I worked in the university costume studio for the theater department). I can't believe the visceral reaction that hit me with the scent of old cotton, sweat stained wool, and the mix of other fabrics and the horrifying things that happen to them in their usage. If they could make a candle in that scent I could feel that mix of claustrophobia, exhaustion, and creative stress in the comfort of my own home! via Instagram http://ift.tt/2tXEiVD
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