I always helped my mom crafting and sewing Christmas presents and stuff as a kid. Crafting and building things as a teenager lead me to art school where I happened into textiles. I thought the looms were really neat but soon got sick of threading them which lead me to basket weaving. Yes l know, haw haw- your jokes are hilarious. Then my mom got divorced and moved to a new little town. I decided I'd move with her for a bit to help her transition then move out to British Columbia where basket weaving is more of a thing and continue my life as a broke as hell artist dude. Looking to save a little money I took a job at the local upholstery shop. I figured it'd be a winter gig and I'd be off in the spring. But then I liked the job, liked workin on boats, married the bartender and made kids and stuff. Now 12 years later I'm a (not too) broke uphosterer dude.