About Me/ Contact Info
email@example.com - I am amazing with email and write long, candid funny responses. 😎 (Disclaimer - they will probably have a lot of swords 'n horses references)
(719) 203-7404 - I am... not good with phone calls. 😬 When you spend most of the day working with power tools where an inattentive wrong move means a stabbed or cut finger, random phone calls are suboptimal.
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(If hearing about me is boring and you're more interested in my sewing techniques, that's okay too - but you'll want to dig through my blog for that.)
The longer story (with humor and embarrassing goofy photos):
I was a free range kid with way too much leeway. My parents were probably just grateful I didn't croak. In the late 1970's I suffered a terrible choking accident and showed up medically DOA (dead on arrival) at the hospital ER - no breathing, no heartbeat, no response to stimuli. The smart docs at the ER took advantage of a phenomenon called "infant drowning reflex", which is a survival mechanism babies/children have where the body diverts all remaining oxygen to the vital organs to try to sustain life. They threw me in a bucket of ice-water to slow the dying process and rushed me off to the operating room for emergency surgery to see if I could be saved. Apparently, there was no time for anesthesia and when they went in through an incision in my throat, I was so far gone I didn't feel a thing. After one false start getting the obstruction out and six shocks later, they managed to clear my airway and get my heart to start beating again and to keep it going. Meanwhile, the chaplain came out to be with my parents, as they did NOT expect me to make it, I'd been without oxygen statistically way too long to be anything other than a vegetable at best. Your brain starts dying at about 6 minutes with no oxygen... I had no breathing/ heartbeat for about an hour - something which for adults, has about a 100% death rate. But I am feisty, and I survived! I woke up in the ICU the next day with a souvenir of my crazy misadventure... an eye that partially changed color. This is a condition called "heterochromia". The eye doc insists this isn't possible, but my mother swears this is what happened, and in all photos before the accident, my eyes were both solid blue. So I have one blue eye, and one green/brown eye, and I am the bane of the folks at the driver's license bureau when they ask for my eye color.
I was a handful post-accident. They kept me in an oxygen tent in the ICU which my mother warned them was flimsy but they assured her it would be fine. The next day, it was covered in tape where I had poked holes in it. My speech/learning fell a little bit behind for a few months and both my short and long-term memory functions really took a beating, and later on in school they did all sorts of testing on me trying to figure me out (schools didn't really know what ADHD was back then - this was 1978 and they didn't have MRI technology at the time of my accident so they couldn't "see" what it did to my brain) but my love of exploration never waned. Here I am one month post-accident making friends with a daffodil, tracheotomy cleverly hidden by the dress:
I was given a great deal of autonomy in picking my own clothes as well. Witness this horribly fashionable pink sweater and red corduroy pants with the smart, waterproof rubber boots. I was practical too, as when I realized the raft was sinking a bit, I pushed my much heavier older brother off in order to restore buoyancy. Don't worry, he didn't drown. Boy he was mad at me though, and justifiably so. 😏
As a teen, my parents gave me $200 for my "clothing budget" (that was good money back in the 90's) which I foolishly went to the mall and came away with two sweaters, two shirts and two pairs of pants which I then had to wear the entire year. 7th grade is truly the lowest form of life. By 8th grade, a friend told me about the local thrift store, and my love of re-using clothes was born. We were still somewhat post-80's, and I had the pouf of curled and hair-sprayed bangs (which my mother called... "the rooster"). While I absolutely loathe the body-shaming that was directed at me by family and a few peers (really there is NO excuse for that), my hairstyle was a choice and is absolutely fair game and yes, it does kinda resemble the thing on top of a rooster's head. 😂
(9th grade blackmail photo)
Even later in life, Goodwill was a house 'o treasures. I proudly got my wedding dress there for $60.00 (it was 30% off that day - score!) and not a pearl was missing, and it is apparently a $1,500.00 gown. It is amazing what people let go of. No garment that someone in the world put so much work into, should go in the landfill. (And yes, I'm not kidding... my husband and I really were junior high classmates.. in fact he asked me out back then and I said no. Then 16+ years later, I changed my mind and said yes, and here we are.)
Even my dentist is no longer surprised by my desire for comfort and lack of concern for conventional fashion. Hey... when you know you're gonna be there more than a couple hours, might as well get comfortable.😎
- I have no shame)
Indeed, everything I sew now has to be comfortable. I like wool/cashmere because it's so forgiving. Even with the denim goodies I make, I try to find a way to make things that are flexible and forgiving. I am the famous "sweater lady" on the ARC thrift store's Facebook page. My daughter cheerfully calls this my... "death pile"... which is actually very fitting, considering the Persephone reference...oooo look at all those colors! Is that not the most colorful death pile you've ever seen??🤩🌈👇 )
I love trying to help take care of Mother Earth. When I'm not sewing, I'm usually out rescuing bees from rainstorms and trying to add to my "bee buffet" (some folks call it a garden). Like a proper earth-loving wackadoodle, I talk to the pollinators in my yard. I have no shame.😎 I have never lost the enthusiasm for nature's creatures that I had as a child. It stuck with me. My husband is used to me.. I'm the person that stops and picks up worms off sidewalks after a rainstorm and tucks them back in the grass so they don't drown or dry out.
This sweet little bumble bee 🐝was caught out in a rainstorm one summer and when I found her in the morning, she was cold and completely exhausted (as well as vulnerable to predators). I warmed up some honey and thinned it with sugar-water, put some on a cotton swab and she grabbed onto that cotton swab like her life depended on it, eagerly slurping up the emergency energy, resting for a moment, and then fanning her wings to finish drying off and then looking at me for a moment before flying home to her family. It was such a magical experience. 😍🥰
I make friends with critters too. It's amazing the little friends you find when you take a moment to take it all in. This little baby Western Fence Lizard visited my patio and when I picked him up, I was gentle enough that he was content to bask in the sun together. He got so comfortable sitting on me, I had to nudge him to get him to reclaim his freedom. 🥰🦎
My little 1/3 acre lot has absolutely no lawn (lawns are just water-hogs that provide nothing of value to our pollinator friends) and it is all xeriscaped and planted to provide food for people, and pollen/nectar-producing plants for pollinators. I'm nurturing several varieties of Asclepias Tuberosa (Milkweed), which is the host plant for endangered Monarch butterfly caterpillars. 🦋 🥰
I wrote an epic "I QUIT" poem/post on Facebook and turned in my resignation to finish grad school without having to fight my former employer (employer name withheld to protect the guilty but if you're that curious, here I am on LinkedIn.) for the one hour weekly that they wouldn't let me flex my schedule to pursue a degree that I would have put to good use for them.🙄 Their loss...😎 I'm brilliant and when allowed to be my authentic self, I tend to win awards at 'normal' jobs for my skills 'n dedication... but micromanagement in a toxic corporate culture is like Death Valley and I am an Orchid, I know where I thrive and where I belong. Huge financial sacrifices were made to enable me to have that choice but it was so very much worth it. There is NO substitute for good physical and mental health. 😊 In every area of our lives, there's always a way to rethink and re-imagine things to make them better... and sometimes that journey just starts from within. 🥰
I always enjoyed altering my own clothes and putting together statement pieces but I also care about the environment and the lives which "fast fashion" is busy destroying, and this is my small one-person effort to nudge the fashion industry towards something better. This is my creative protest against cheap, throwaway clothes. I've got a better alternative, made with lots of care and love. Some of my pieces may be similar yes, but no two are ever exactly alike... so whatever treasure you find here, you will not run into others wearing the same thing. My goodies and I are unique (even my Katwise-inspired goodies are vastly different from the rest of the Katwise crowd), and I want to help you find inspiration, purpose, and joy. 🥰 If you buy from me, know that everything I make is sewn with neurotic attention to artistic and technical detail, incredible passion and enthusiasm for constant improvement and mastery, a desire for fashion to be more inclusive, and all my dreams and hopes of a better world for all of us.
Never ever settle for "normal". Don't be normal, that's so boring.... Be weird, be different, be unforgettable... be extraordinary. 😎