I'm a 30-something mom from the East Coast of Canada. I live in a short brick house situated not too far from the Bay of Fundy in the foggy Canadian city of Saint John, New Brunswick. I have two kitchens. I need them because I eat so.damn.much.
I work a desk job by day to provide the "necessities of life" to my husband and two children. My family insists that is supposed to include food AND clothing AND a roof over their heads, otherwise we would live solely off the proceeds of my art.
Three domesticated animals share our short brick house. Two of the pointed-ear variety and one of the tail-wagging sort.
Oh, and did I mention I make stuff?