I grew up in a 19th century house that was filled to the brim with antiques from all of my dead relatives. Everything was meticulously placed and it made me feel like I was living in a doll house. I would run throughout my home letting my imagination run wild. I became a master hair braider at the age of 6, and was sewing corsets for my dolls by age 8. These dolls allowed my creativity to blossom, although feeling like I was weird for being a boy who played with dolls. These conflicting feelings from childhood followed me into adulthood, but have been set free with a chill down my spine.