Catfacehorse

It has slowly dawned on me that the more I get my hands stuck into making things, the more I feel like myself. I spent my childhood making tiny wombats out of clay, building miniature mud-brick houses by the dam and inventing elaborate games of ‘Bush Barbie’ with my sister.

Since then, there has been a long, empty gap. I worked for a few years before university in admin for a theatre company, and then spent several years totally immersed in my media and communications degree. The last year has felt like slowly coming out of some sort of coma. The only problem is that I have woken up to find myself in an unfulfilling job, twiddling my thumbs in the public service. The light is at the end of the tunnel, I have been paying my dues in order to get into an exciting job in a few months, but I have learned my lesson. I need more.

This blog is a way of bringing back that person who loved to get stuck in wholeheartedly, even (and especially) if it meant getting covered in mess from head to toe.

This isn’t a blog that has a settled identity - it is not an art blog, a cooking blog, a craft blog or a spill-your-guts blog (although I hope there will be a bit of each). It is just me and my partner Owen, sharing our attempts to live more creatively. To feel more like ourselves, and to have fun doing it.