My senior year of college I set my coat on fire in a laundry mat when standing too close to the space heater.

I was waiting for my clothes to dry and trying to keep warm in the drafty building and all of a sudden I smelled something burning. Turns out my black coat heated up so much the lining melted and the down feathers inside started to singe.

Sucks cause I was a poor college kid and that was my only coat. Plus, I had lost my purse on the train only a few days prior and had no credit card to buy a new one. To top it all off, it was finals week.... uugh.

I am the sponge, constantly absorbing the everyday inspirations that surround me from the quirky thing I overhear on the bus, to the perfect light above the skyline that I see when waiting for the light in the morning to the half drunken light bulb moment I had at the bar last night. Its all about taking it in and then filtering it into something seemingly brilliant