My name is Sara. This is my life as a scatter brained, anything-is-possible, everything-is-better-with-either-cheese-or-chocolate, travel-hungry daydreamer.
I like to cook. Sometimes healthy, sometimes not so much.
I like to create things: sewing, glueing, clipping, snipping, and flipping.
Weird, ridiculous things happen to me.
I read too much
I. Am. Loud.
I am happiest when living out of a suitcase.
I have a deaf, 5 year-old, boxer dogchild named Howard.
I sing in the car like I’ve been asked to make a guest appearance with my favorite artists on a stage. Yes. Gestures, false modesty and all.
I run up the stairs like someone is chasing me. Every time.
I really like wine.
My eyebrows are incapable of matching each other. Ever.
I want to get married, eventually, and have a kid or two. Don’t rush me, though.
I’m one of the only curly haired people I’ve ever met who likes my hair the way it is.