After creating my white, blue and rust masterpiece at the grand old age of seven, I must have decided to stop while my career was hot. I mean who wouldn't consider this the top of their game, right? Besides, there were lots of trees to climb and my little brother to torment. 
 
Fast forward a goodly chunk of years, and you would have found me slogging my way through the corporate machine in the field of brand management. I can't say that I ever really enjoyed any of my day jobs during that phase of my life, but during my free time I was always trying my hand at this or that in an attempt to find 'my thing'. Who ever thought it would be so hard to figure out what you wanted to be when you grew up.

 
Fast forward again, and I finally meet the love of my life. We start dating, and five months later he has a job offer in Boulder, Colorado. We were living in Portland, Maine at the time, near friends and family, and hadn't been dating for very long. But in my heart of hearts I knew he was the one.
 
Shortly thereafter I found myself in car hurtling across America and headed for the high desert. Not a good place for the skin, mind you. I had poked around at job opportunities, but everything sounded so uninspiring. I think I was at the end of my corporate rope at that point, so I kicked it to the curb and decided that I needed a bit of fresh air. I spent four months working at Red Wagon Organic Farm. It was easily the best job I ever had, and I never worked harder. Twelve hour days at the farm went by so much quicker than any day I had ever spent in an office. Plus, I would go home with fresh veggies for dinner.
 
As the end of the farming season neared, I found myself back in job hunting mode. I had seen a flyer at my LYS, Shuttles, Spindles & Skeins, about a job opening at Schacht Spindle Company. Being a spinner, it caught my eye, but I went on my way as it was an accounting position, and I'm not an accountant. A couple of weeks later, I was back buying yarn, and the job notice was still there. On a whim, I decided to send my resume in. You never know.
 
The next thing I know I'm interviewing at Schacht, and the next thing I know I get the call. 'We'd like to offer you a job, but not the job you applied for.' I spent the next year working for Jane and Barry, immersed in the world of weaving and spinning. I learned to weave from Judy Steinkoenig at Shuttles, and I learned even more just being at Schacht. I was a weaving sponge, just soaking up as much knowledge as I could from my colleagues. All I could think about was weaving. As much as I loved being at work, I always wanted to be home weaving even more.
 
Then it happened. My sweetheart got another great job opportunity. One of those opportunities that you have to jump on. This time back in Massachusetts. Close to home. Far away from Schacht. I cried confusing tears. But something amazing happened. I became a Weaver. Not just a weaver, but a Weaver. My profession. My sweetheart helped me come up with a plan and built me this fabulous website. I am freelancing and also hoping to sell a bit of my weaving eventually. I have my own studio in the downstairs of our loft. Kickapoo the bunny nibbles at the bottom of my jeans while I'm writing and designing. Stinker the cat tries to sit on my lap while I'm weaving. I wear my slippers to work. Heck, I could go bra-less if I wanted!
 
Wow. This little story was longer than I planned, but it just about covers it.