A Bit About Me!
A Friday palate cleanser, because even I need a break from interiors every now and then.
I realise although I’ll happily waffle on about my house, interiors and design, I share very little about my actual life beyond that, and I thought that if anyone might want to know a bit more, it would be you, my lovely loyal paid subscribers.
Of course there’s also every chance that you do NOT want to know anymore, but I’m going to write this anyway. Ha!
So, where to start…
I am a true Antipodean. I was born in Auckland, New Zealand where I lived with my mother, father and my two half sisters and half brother. Though I’ve never considered them ‘half’, to me, they’re just my siblings.
When I was seven we packed up and moved to Sydney, Australia, and we also moved our Old English Sheepdog Dudley with us. Soon after my father left and moved back to New Zealand, leaving all of us and not exactly showering himself in glory.
We lived in a string of rented houses (I’ve talked about this before and my decorating DNA which I will find and republish here - it’s definitely where the seed of my love for interiors was planted), and whilst I was young enough to be blissfully unaware, that following decade was definitely really hard on both my mother (who had become a step-mother at the age of just 17, and had me when she was 21) and my siblings.
By the time I was 16, all three of my siblings had left home, and two had moved back to New Zealand. My mother also moved back not long after I finished school.
I moved in with my musician boyfriend when I was 17, which seems utterly ridiculous now, when you’re still actually just a baby at that age. He was a few years older, possibly even five or six years older. Again, different times, but that’s a pretty big gap at that age.
I worked full time in a frozen yoghurt shop, where I’d started part time when I was 15 and still at school, and when I finished, the owner offered me a full time position, so not having any idea what I wanted to do, I took it. University wasn’t really an option. I worked for her for years. I even left for a short stint at the local florist and went back. She loved me and really took me under her wing. She didn’t even fire me when I accidentally caused a chocolate frozen yoghurt mixture explosion at one of the stores, but ultimately, I had bigger ideas than serving soft-serve forever.
