Well, here goes nothing.

WARNING: I am not a writer by any stretch of the imagination, and it dosen't come easy. As time goes by you'll notice my arkward attempts to write something poignant, I apologise in advance, I can't help it if I was born as witty as a stick. Just remember a picture tells a thousand words, I hope this virtual canvas is painted in a reasonably worthy manner for those to see during my time here.

I'm here because I started to feel pangs of regret, something I never wanted to feel in my life. I have temporarily lost my grip with my creative side since having a family. I’ve been hearing the lyrics to Hazy Shade of Winter (Time, time, time, what has become of me….etc, etc.) the Bangles version no less, oh how the 80’s left such an impression. I have never kept a diary, I have always felt apprehensive about them, not wanting to experience the cringe factor of reading back my silly ramblings.

I'm a proud self-confessed domestic goddess (of sorts). Besides my family, my first love is painting but can also get my rocks off being a little bit crafty with other things, usually on the sewing machine or in the kitchen. I'm a perfectionist when it comes to anything creative, or anything at all for that matter, even loathesome tasks like washing dishes. Impatience is another splendid virtue to add. If I can’t do it NOW and do it, as Lola (of Charlie and Lola) would say, “absolutely, completely, especially perfectly”, I tell myself I shouldn’t bother. Since becoming a mother I have discovered that this is a rediculous way of thinking. I can quite easily max out my daily multitasking quota but I love it. I am trying to re-train myself into a slow and steady wins the race type of arrangement. Above is a photo of my best work so far. We'll see what comes next...

So, here begins a new and hopefully rewarding journey for me.