The thing that stopped bringing me joy has now been resurrected. I just wish I’d kept more supplies for my hobby

A few summers ago I got caught up in the frenzied emptying of dusty cardboard boxes, folding my undies in a new fancy way and asking a forgotten melon baller “do you bring me joy?” Having control over something, anything, when your life is one tumbling hyperfixation adventure after another was very seductive.

I don’t have many regrets in life but I do regret letting go of several tubs of embroidery supplies. My yearning for them rivals any Sapphic love story, but I intend to create a happier ending. Less bury your gays, more cute wall adornments.