I’ve been a creature of habit my entire life. Comfort zones are my jam, and I’ve spent the last thirty-odd years perfecting mine. My semi-introverted, risk-adverse, anxiety-ridden self is quite comfortable staying in my lane.
My Friday night plans regularly consist of PJs, EPP and a good docu-series, and if I don’t have to leave the house for more than five days, well, I am living my best life.
The magic of improper sewing has long eluded me. While I admire those who master the art, my perfectionist ways have proven quite the hurdle. That hasn't stopped me. For better or worse (probably the latter), my skills for avoiding the new and unknown tend to cross over into my hobbies as well. I learned to knit well before I learned…
