About
I’m Jasmin Chua and I live with my foxy journalist husband (and our cats, Chekhov “Gojira” Nogoodnik and Mir, the Hungriest Kitten in the World), just outside Manhattan, quite appropriately, at the confluence of all that is strange, grotesque, and bizarre on this island Earth.
The Worsted Witch is the malformed love-child of my indecorous passions for knitting, sustainability, gothic horror, and illustration. Also, bestiaries, haunted houses, teapots, vintage doodads, fairy-tale scholarship, Shirley Jackson, steampunk, fortean phenomena, Victoriana, third-wave feminism, French style, Tom Stoppard’s Arcadia, zombies, King Ludwig II, and argyle (preferably knee-high) socks. Martha is my homegirl.
I’m a science and environmental writer, a copy editor, and a fair-trade advocate, with a bachelor’s degree in animal biology and a master of science in biomedical journalism, to boot. (I bring this up because if you don’t believe in evolution, you can’t be my friend. Also, I need to justify that gaping student-loan black hole that keeps following me around and eating all my credit cards. I HATE YOU, GAPING STUDENT-LOAN BLACK HOLE.)
If you came here looking for Jasmin Chua the Filipina beauty queen, however, you’re about to be disappointed because I am most assuredly not her. You just have to trust me on this.
Ethical/publicist guidelines: This is an ad-free blog. Although I do occasionally accept products for review, acceptance of said product does not guarantee a positive review, nor does it guarantee a mention on this site at all. I neither receive nor accept monetary compensation for any endorsements. It is also my prerogative to state, in my review, that the product mentioned was sent to me by a publicist. If you’re desperate (though for the life of me, I can’t imagine why), you can try bribing me with cupcakes—it won’t work, but that certainly shouldn’t stop you from trying.
Disclaimer: No actual spells were cast, poxes issued, infants sacrificed, peasants turned into newts, or Scottish kings proclaimed in the making of this site. But mind the cats, for they will devour your soul. (They might bat it around first.)
