I Don't Really Miss You

I adore these diary-style needle points by Lindsay Bottos. Her thoughts and mementos are literally sewn onto the clothes she wore the summer of this doomed romance. The result is almost a haunting series steeped in emotions we can all recognize. I'm rather reminded of a movie I watched recently--The Myth of the American Sleepover. It's quite a good film showing a more honest depiction of teenage-dom and that awkward transitioning towards adulthood and the pains of first relationships than usually seen on the big screen. It's hard moving forward in life and reflective art like this really speaks to many people's experiences.