For as long as I can remember I’ve had a story being told in my head. In my earliest years I laid out all my crayons and organized them by size and color, imagining them to be in line at school. I drew endless pictures of people as I made up ongoing story lines about them. My barbie collection was involved in these drawings and had very detailed, interwoven stories involving their days at an orphanage. I can remember many of their names, nationalities and styles. During my years in piano lessons I began a personal story, pretending to be a piano teacher who gave lessons on tv. As a child I believed I would become an artist, or art teacher but after high school gave up my artistic pursuits completely. Without the backing stories I tended to become bored with art. Using a ruler to create lines, measuring the distance between eyes, negative space…it wasn’t what I was after. Fast forward to my mid twenties when I stumbled into buying and selling vintage clothing. Suddenly I had a story to tell again – each vintage dress became a chance to create a character. I teach piano lessons but not on television. In what ways has your life mirrored your childhood fantasies?