Hi! My name is Aspen. I’m a Broadway actress, singer, and voice-over artist living in NYC, and I am so excited to finally have a blog after thinking and musing and hemming and hawing for way too long. Over the last year I’ve become totally addicted to reading blogs, especially ones about motherhood and sewing, since I’m a first time mama to a super
noisy adorable toddler named Sadie, and am really getting into sewing. I started making quilts when I was 16, but the ones I made never involved anything more complicated than a bunch of straight lines. And, if I do say so myself, they looked pretty straight if you stood a few feet away and didn’t let yourself blink for a really long time. Anyway, now I’m actually attempting to sew clothing! I know. It’s a big leap. A big, clumsy leap. So far I don’t make anything that I actually leave the house in, but my husband Tony is sweet enough to wear his wife-made loungy pants almost every night (despite the fact that the waistband mysteriously grows about an inch every week, leaving me to awkwardly hack them apart to make the waist smaller while trying not to make the booty scandalously small), and my daughter is thrilled with everything I make for her, so these two are my guinea pigs. Sadie is particularly good about not looking at the inside of what I make, which is where you see the evidence that each project was just barely saved from total disaster.
When I’m not pulling mysterious objects out of Sadie’s mouth (she’ll happily eat a petrified raisin stuck to a piece of kitty litter and wrapped in a dust bunny…) or working on a sewing project, you can usually find me binge-watching shows on Netflix (I watched The West Wing from start to finish a couple of months ago and can I just say I really hope Josh and Donna stay together forever and make lots of chubby babies) or reading books on my Kindle. I know, roll your eyes, party people. When I was little I wanted to be a librarian when I grew up because I was pretty sure it just involved reading all day, playing with the microfiche, and using that awesome date stamp. (If you don’t know what a card catalogue system or a microfiche is…well… you likely still have dewy, line-free skin and can still eat nachos for dinner every night and not feel like crap. And to you I say, enjoy this time. And order extra cheese. While you still can.) When I was 9 I made my own little card catalogue system for my books at home, and my parents got me a due-date stamp, making me the happiest kid alive. Dork alert. Yes, I had a bit of a unibrow, and tended to correct my friends’ grammar, but the academic scholarship in college was pretty awesome. So what if I never learned how to do “cool sexy party dancing”. It’s ok. I’ve found that once you’re in your mid-thirties you don’t really need to know how to cool-sexy-party-dance anyway.
Aaaanywhoooo, I generally lead a normal, not particularly blog-worthy life, but hey. I’m craving some conversation with people who know more words than “bubble” and “poo poo”. And look…here you are! Mmmwaah hah hah hah… (That’s an evil hand-rubbing laugh. Not a weird kissy sound. In case that wasn’t clear.) So, since I’m sure this awesome, rambling intro has you just dying to dive right in, feel free to wander around and don’t forget to subscribe to the email list! mmkaaay. Insert awkward finish here.