Take the leap
I’ve been a creature of habit my entire life. Comfort zones are my jam, and I’ve spent the last thirty-odd years perfecting mine. My semi-introverted, risk-adverse, anxiety-ridden self is quite comfortable staying in my lane.
My Friday night plans regularly consist of PJs, EPP and a good docu-series, and if I don’t have to leave the house for more than five days, well, I am living my best life.
The magic of improper sewing has long eluded me. While I admire
