Just like what I create, I am one-of-a kind, at least that's what people tell me and I am pretty sure they mean that in a good way, wink, wink.  I come from a long line of “junkers” who re-purposed out of necessity. We loved going to the dump and taking what someone else had thrown away as we could magically see the value. What we didn't know how to do, we learned from others-remember life before You-Tube tutorials?  

As a child I was that person that created theatrical productions, and invented contests and businesses until my elementary school principal had to sit me down to tell me I couldn't use school property for profit making. Thankfully he still encouraged my creativity-as long as I wasn't trying to reserve the auditorium for a production that included dancing horses.

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I graduated college with a degree in Social Work, but I really majored in Sorority Management- not a real curriculum, but it taught me  how to connect my brain hemispheres so that I could excel at project management, event planning,  and marketing while  being creative. After a short career in geriatric social work and getting my graduate degree I found a job in higher education. I was able to "stay in college" for thirty-five academic years until I took early retirement in 2017. 

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Now I dive in dumpsters and collect castoffs to breathe some new life into what was going into the garbage.  My grandmother always said, “Make do with whachu got” and that is why I create“reincarnated art and décor” -each piece had a past life as something else and now has a new story to tell. I'm able to see ordinary things through a different lens. I love the odd and the spiritual ; the lovely and the funny.

I owe a lot to my grandmother who engaged my curiosity and sense of wonder by helping me see that a button can become an eye, and rock might look like a mushroom. I owe my grandfather my sense of humor and storytelling-especially when it comes to outhouses and anything a bit off, so to speak. He did tell me once to not get married and instead get me "one of them thar blow up dolls". I didn't always listen to Grandpa.

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