In the fall of 1988, I was packing to head to Cincinatti for my first year of college. I cut certain pieces of wallpaper from my treasured books and lined the bottom of my suitcase with them. I relaxed knowing I wouldn't be without paper to cut.
Once settled into my new routine, I cut this series of stately little ladies in pursuit of my ongoing dream of Victorian living. I imagined my sister, my mother, my grandmother and I occupying these row houses allowing us to share tea and borrow a cup of sugar anytime of the day.