Edges Wild Studio

My mother always said wryly she was a "hack job" when it came to sewing, but she more than competently taught me the basics on her 1970's beige metal Kenmore when I was eight years old, and they've served me well over a lifetime. And given me enough bravado to get myself into trouble following grand illusions such that I occasionally hear myself say--in situations where the wardrobe in our mind's eye doesn't materialize from any of the usual sources--things like "what if I MADE us a dress for this shoot?" Here's the bouquet-testing, dress-draping near-end of a process that almost, as my mother's mother used to say of her own sewing experiences, "made me lose my religion." There's a reason we have experts clothing the world, but overall interdisciplinary amateur hour was still a good time.