I live in my head. I am a Swamp Yankee with wanderlust. I want to be the librarian who consults crumbling tomes of the supernatural in event of folkloric monster attacks. I have an ancient and terrible border collie who gets home-cooked beef stew and ruins my life with his peculiar and particular doggy joy. I poured wine in Connecticut, baked cupcakes in Alaska, have a master's in Library Science and the rest of my life to figure out what to do with it.
I've had nine years of painting lessons with the most wonderful and completely mad Englishwoman in New England. I've tried acrylics, watercolors, pencils, colored pencils, stained glass, cross stitch, pumpkins, knitting and buttercream frosting. I have a prime piece of ancient walrus ivory ready for carving once I work past bars of soap. There is a 96-count box of Crayola crayons under my bed.
I'm still figuring it all out.