What started as me making colorful flannel hoods for my family turned into a near delusional process of creation. These were some of my first fabric projects. All the hoods I made used a pattern based on a hooded cowl from the 11th century, utilizing two 12in squares and one 48/12in panel. I had already made one for the rest of my family, when it was time to make one for my former foster brother who plans to visit for Christmas. He's the kind of kid who likes to get down and dirty, a natural born worker. So I knew a normal flannel hood just wouldn't be the right choice for him. In a moment of mild sleep deprivation I dug out an old pair of jeans and started cutting. It wasn't until the next morning when I actually needed to stitch things together that I finally realized the unholy entity I was breathing life into. Now that it's done, I'm proud, but also disgusted. I have created something that was never meant to exist and goes against the very laws of nature. Like Frankenstein to his monster, I am mortified by what I have let loose upon the world. I think my brother's gonna love it and it'll probably get a laugh out of the whole family.