Jessy Pants

I like playing dress-up. One day, I decided I was tired of playing dress-up with other people's clothes, declared that I was genetically pre-disposed to be awesome at sewing (like my grandmother), bought a sewing machine from Elyssa for $50, and started sewing stuff. Turns out, I was right. Armed with scissors, needles and other pointy, sharp or otherwise potentially dangerous accoutrements, I create beautiful things from another time. And then I write about them here.