So there are two Christina Kara’s. And now I’m not talking about myself and NYC-based wedding dress designer, Christina Kara. I’m referring to the two sides of the Somerville-based amateur craft broad, Christina Kara. AKA me. One part is busy-Christina. She has a demanding full-time job in a joint department of a New England health insurance company and a prestigious medical university that rhymes with Smarvard. Then she has a fun part-time job she recently began as a coffee/sandwich lady at True Grounds. She also teaches people some of the crafts she knows how to do. These things take up time! Then there is hermit-Christina. When she is not working, she is often found laying in her luxurious bed, watching episodes of TV shows on her laptop and drifting in and out of sleep, thinking about all the things she SHOULD be doing instead of being a lazy fuck. Her best friend… Okay, I’m going to switch away from talking about myself in third-person because it’s clumsy. My bestie, J Silk, was visiting last weekend and I couldn’t even force myself to clean up the disgusting tableau of sloth and self-loathing that is my bed. Thick books about handspinning and fiber/color theory are piled upon a tower of Ms. and Selvedege magazines. This pile was contagious and had spread onto the side of the bed where I don’t sleep. On top of the magazines was an empty cup of vegetable soup, a dirty spoon, an empty muffin cup, and the tinfoil from two tacos I had for dinner from Olecito the night before. Laying suspiciously near that stuff were two vibrators (not just 1, but 2!!!) in a sea of muffin crumbs and my laptop. To the untrained eye, the person that sleeps in this war zone spends the majority of their time eating sloppily, masturbating to internet pornography and laying in their own filth. But I’m not really like that! I swear. I just hadn’t been able to bring myself to clean up the weeks of life detritus that had built up. So I showed Jess the appalling scene, we had a good laugh and then quickly cleaned it up while she settled in. Since then I’ve resolved to stop eating in bed, to spend less time paralyzed by the fear of failure and start taking my prescribed antidepressants more regularly in order to murder hermit-Christina. I hope this leads to more posts!