So there I was, sitting in a scalding hot bubble bath, reading Jim Butcher's Ghost Story and simultaneously thinking about shoes. (I multitask for a living, for me this sort of thing is normal.) It occurred to me that I've come a long way from the unhappily married tomboy with no discernible gender and an "I give up" haircut from a few years ago. That thought was what led me down the path to Ephemily's origins.
The year was 2009, and a great convergence was upon me. At the tail end of an emotionless marriage, trying to figure out a way to afford a divorce (debt consolidation plan or bankruptcy? Turns out, the chapter 13 would have actually been the better option. Live an learn, right?) My ex, his girlfriend and I were all sharing the same roof, and I was finally starting to live for myself for the first time in, oh, ever. (My opinion about marriage, and relationships in general is that it's more about Us than Me. Thing is, that only works if both parties play out of the same rulebook.)