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Growing up with young, poor parents in the 80s and 90s meant my siblings and I had to get creative to avoid boredom. "Family vacations" consisted of trips to grandma's house two hours away, camping, or that one time we went to Disneyland when I was three. During that trip, I was the winner of a raffle. One of the prizes, a five-day pass to Disneyland - for one. At the time, I thought to myself, “I can’t wait to use my free pass”. Only problem was, while I had a pass, my sibli

Me, age 2 - already plotting my escape from the Mormon craft circle. Seeing as this is my first blog post, I thought I'd start from the beginning. My creative journey started over 30 years ago, which makes me feel old as fuck, but we're pushing through anyway. I was born into a Mormon home, and if you know anything about Mormon women, you know they can sew like crazy and craft circles around anyone. Like a good little Mormon girl, I started sewing by age five. Unfortunately f