The Story of Polly Danger

There was once a pink-haired girl named Polly Danger.  She lived in a flat and concrete world,  which she masked by sewing and crafting little pretties with which to surround herself.  As soon as she could she moved to the decidedly not-flat city by the bay, where she reveled in its giant park and scrumptious Victorian houses.  But eventually the scallop shingled roofs and spider-web streetcar wires were no longer enough to hide the essentially flat and concrete lifestyle underneath.  So Polly moved to be near her favorite boy who lived in the woods.  The woods were skin-tinglingly awesome and smelled like a kiss from heaven, but Polly wanted to see more.

So she moved across the Pacific Ocean to the busiest and most concrete city in Japan – Tokyo.  She found that although the city appeared to be more concrete and cold than San Francisco, underneath was a pulsating beat of life, steeped in a reverence for nature and beauty.  Nestled in between the sky scrapers and mile-long buildings she found ancient walled parks and miniscule cemeteries and cherry tree lined reservoirs.

Every day on her way to and from school Polly would stop and linger over the window displays and sweet treasures  in the Beautiful Life shop on Waseda Dori.  The steps outside hosted a coat tree adorned with delicate scarves or impressively decorative umbrellas with wooden handles or dainty slippers with gold threads running through them.  The windows were always alight with a warm glow and housed an ever changing collection of trinkets and treasures.

She found fabric shops ten feet wide and as many stories tall, packed with bolts of flowery knits, gauzy cottons, airy voiles, and royal velvets.  Polly went back  week after week for a new shade of fabric, for  a different trim or sewing pattern.  She began to make lovelier things than ever before. She shared them with her friends and mailed her lovelies across the sea to her family.

When Polly moved home she found a community of people like herself, growing and connecting like chantilly lace across the country.  The place where she grew up no longer seemed flat and concrete- little bits of knit cashmere and patchworked muslin had begun to cover the concrete in bits.  She married her favorite boy and they crafted off into the sunset…

Polly Danger Now…

Polly  lives in Sunny Southern California with her awesome and crafty husband, Eric (of LRhB Industries), a motley pack of pups, and her super crafty mom (of Miss Ivy Jewelry).  She is blessed enough to be able to keep a crafty studio hidden in an overgrown garden, where she whiles away the days making gorgeous bias tapes, sweet little wallets, and other lovelies.