2012 was a banner year for me in the personal disaster stakes. I worked my self into the ground, drank a lot of vodka, got diagnosed with the whole shebang of mental illness – generalised anxiety, depression and rapid cycling bipolar disorders – screamed at a boss, quit my job without a back up plan, had my apartment catch on fire, became a Santa’s elf for two months and ate all my feelings.
It’s 2013 now and I’ve survived, a better, bigger, bolder person for it all. I’m finding my way back to where I want to be – this blog is my life getting there. It’s a blend of craft and creation, fashion and feminism, sport and sociology and everything else along the way.