I’m a girl who has firmly decided that sitting still and staring at the ceiling is boring. So I’m always busy with something: either my hands, my legs, or my head (most often all at once). In short, I’m a walking generator of ideas and yarn.

Yoga is my way of not falling apart after a day full of creative chaos. I love twisting into knots that even a knot couldn’t untie. But honestly? 90% of the time I’m just trying not to fall off the mat, and the other 10% remembering how to breathe properly. But hey, I’m very flexible... in making excuses for why I skipped morning practice.

Crafting is my element. I can knit, sew, embroider, and glue down anything that isn’t nailed to the floor. Sometimes I think my hands live their own life they just don’t know how to be bored. Yarn, fabric, beads they’re my best friends. They never interrupt and are always up for experiments (even if the experiment is a weird scarf with three sleeves).

Creativity is what fuels me. I can paint, sculpt, craft, rearrange furniture, or invent nonexistent recipes. My head is a 24/7 artistic salad, mixing paints, threads, and music. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with a brilliant idea... and then fall back asleep, because morning is wiser than evening (and besides, the idea can wait).