What's your spy name?

Once upon a time at a spy party my name was Ava Vescent. I wore a self-made gold spandex dress of my own design and many, many foundation garments. The drinks were blue and served in test tubes. There was a Bollywood actor who sang us a song. I met Harry Covert. She ate the green beans that were sticking out of her bib overalls. Somewhere a video exists of that night, which I'm sure would resurface if I were to run for political office. My foundation garments were returned through the mail slot in the door.


This is me doing my best Peter Petrelli. I've been staying up way too late watching on demand Heroes. They hook me really bad with those cliff hangers, so much that I have to watch one more, then another, until it's three or four in the morning. Did you know there's a direct correlation between sleep deprivation and super heroic powers. At this point I'm close to flying.


When I'm not using my breasts as weapons, or, saving the world one cheerleader at a time I've been known to hold sleepy babies, or, sew a garment or two. This shirt is my "muslin" of Simplicity 4077*. I have a beautiful Japanese double gauze that I want to use for my final version. I saw that Flint Knits used the same fabric (different colorway) for the 4077. Hers is sooooooooo cute that I have to copy her. Maybe Copy Cat is my next superpower?

* Did you notice that Niki/Jessica are modeling the 4077? Coincidence? I think not.