editorial

One year (don’t ask me which, because..as if), I wanted to do the Fairest of the Fair Beauty Pageant. I had never done one, nor have since, but the memories of “that one time” have stuck with me throughout my life.

Growing up in thrift stores (my parents owned and ran them), I always had everything and little to nothing at the same time. I also had the privilege of meeting thousands of people, one of those being Henrietta Weaver. Through the years, she sewed several of my thrifted re-designs, taking jean skirts and torn Harley shirts to another level.

That year, she decided to sew me a pageant...