I live in an old schoolhouse near the middle of nowhere (I can see the middle of nowhere from my porch). I have a dog, and 46 chickens. Yes, I eat the chickens. Yes, I kill them first.
I am a "fibre artist": I do strange things with fabrics and fibres, and turn them into other things. And turn other things into fabrics and fibres. Most of the time the results are clothes, or sometimes "decorative accessories" (like, pillows and blankets!) because I am extremely nervous around the whole "art for art's sake" issue and prefer making things whose usefulness is primary and whose beauty is a perk.
Because there isn't actually a lot of call for my ridiculously outdated talents, I also make costumes for a couple of theatre and film companies in Windsor, Ontario and take custom sewing orders. I like to sew dresses for boys, frilly lingerie, and I love making corsets.
I love words, and put them on everything. Walls, windows, clothes, sometimes even paper!
I am pathologically honest, which you might think isn't a character flaw, but I'm pretty sure it is.
