'when granny would come, she'd make us sugar cookies. she'd tell me and your uncle to get under her quilt stretched out between the chairs. she'd place a plate of those cookies down there and tell us to watch where she'd send the needle down, and for us to poke it back up right next to where she'd sent it down from.' -my dad
about me
i'm the head misfit of the little hearts. i love to sew. i love the :magically: made vs. the man made. classic underachiever with all the -ics, -ions and -esses... i like the feel of things. sometimes i drift to other planes. the way i appear here is all that :matter:s here, so i (guess i) should be here.