Ex quilt squares, 2005. Found these when I was packing at my parents’ house. Before I went away to college, I asked my high school friends to make quilt squares for me with the idea that I’d make a “emotional security blanket” against homesickness.
The one on the left was made by my middle school best friend, the girl I went to all the bases with over the course of adolescence including “fuck everyone at this party” prom sex, who I cut out of my life after she left me crying in the middle of a cafe three years ago. The one on the right was made by my high school boy friend, who never wanted to or tried to have sex with me (which is fine, but I had/have total Hanna Marin S1 feelings about it), and spent both proms I went to with him talking to the teachers. The last time I talked to him, he was on a lot of pills and a struggling writer in New York.
A manic pixie girl past! Teenage girls with unhealthy relationships! Boyfriends who are unimaginative! Private school drama! Fabric art! These quilt squares have everything and now they are in the garbage at work.