A brief personal history:
I was born to goodly parents in Rolla, MO, the fifth child of nine. I was scrawny and sparse of hair, and according to home videos, perpetually under the influence of helium. My Army family moved often within the states of Missouri, Georgia, Oklahoma, and California, but finally threw down some roots in Roosevelt, Utah. I was homeschooled until age thirteen by my mother/friend, Mither (a nickname of unknown origin). She taught me how to read, what to read, how to cook Ramen noodles, and to believe in myself. My dad taught me how to tell stories, show off, find joy in the nooks and crannies of life, and how to love the Gospel. In high school, I met my man Ben. Naturally, our first instinct was to fall madly in love, but our romance was nipped in the bud by a certain circumstance on the rooftop of Roosevelt's mortuary that we now refer to as "the pinky incident." After this, we no longer spoke except out of absolute necessity. This was incredibly inconvenient when we were cast opposite each other in the play "Annie" as Daddy Warbucks and Annie, respectively. Nevertheless, we survived, and after a good stewing of seven years, we tried the relationship out again with brilliant success, and have now been married for four years, and have a splendid little Mae and Ike to show for it! Much happened in that interim, a fast-paced, swashbuckling adventure, involving three different continents, life threatening oral exams, Simon and Garfunkel, countless paperback novels and foreign films, the wealthiest zipcode in America, badly written poetry, a three-headed monster, and a lot of growing up. It all served to teach me that happiness is found in the simple things: a little girl who wants to wear a princess dress every day, a little boy who calls airplanes "airtrains," a man who knows
all the words to old country songs, a good home, and good friends.
A briefer creative history:
As a child, I always had access to paper, crayons, paints, scissors, yarn, and fabric. I dreamed of being an artist when I grew up, in the same way that one might dream of being a nunchuck special-force helicopter veterinarian. But, hey a kid can dream. I kept at my doodling through childhood, high school, and on into college mostly in the margins of text books and in my "lecture notes." When I became a mother, I got into sewing and fabric real big. So this is it, these are my credentials as a fabric designer. One day, I was looking at some fabric, and I thought to myself: "I can do that. I can do it better than that!" And so I began designing fabric. Honestly... that's it.
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