I’m not quite sure when it happened, but I think I’ve finally reached adulthood. I finished my last few costume projects DAYS before the events rather than in the car on the way. I took my Ruby in for her annual service (late, but still in). After a year in limbo, I’ve finally started the basement remodel so that I can have my dedicated sewing studio. And, somehow, my calendar has picked up one historical costume event each month through the Spring. Notorious procrastinator and introverted homebody Shasta is very confused.Continue reading “Look Who Decided To Show Up”
But I’m A Costumer!
During a workshop live last month, I shouted some honest truth that I’ve been holding in for far too long. “I don’t even like the eighteenth century.”Continue reading “But I’m A Costumer!”