Because just like being tailgated on the highway makes me go *precisely* the speed limit, someone telling me they don't think I should do X with my life or I ought to really conduct myself in Y fashion makes me even more determined to machete my way through the path I've chosen for myself.
I've been working on a longterm project that requires a sewing machine. I was using a borrowed machine, but the lender needed it back to make a Halloween costume, so I've been looking for other ways to get this project moving. I could sew by hand, borrow another one, rent space at one of several... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 