I live in a small country town with two of my three daughters, and our 3 cats.
I have always been a creative person.
When I was 23, my ex husband and I bought our first little home, an old mid century weatherboard cottage, and it was here my love for the paint brush began! We renovated the whole place ourselves, and we didn’t have much money, so I taught myself not only to renovate the house, but to make the most of the furniture, etc that we had, with the cheapest renovating tool around, paint.
Skip down the road a bit later, and we had 3 young children, and as they grew, their tastes changed and I found myself upgrading their bedrooms and furniture as they grew.
When we bought a new, and much bigger house, it was time to be creative again and I jumped to the challenge!
By trade I am a French gourmet trained chef, but as the hours were unfriendly to having a family, I worked from home in our business, and later, did a course to enable me to do interior decorating. I have also worked as a personal stylist, so I have a lot of knowledge of colour, and how various palettes work together.
Now the girls are older, and have changed their minds about colours and accessories in their rooms, many times. As I have always believed in their own freedom of expression, I helped them out.
Six years ago, after the devastating loss of my marriage, I once again picked up the knives and began working as a chef, which I really love, as the creative side of me needs to express itself. At home, I was still gardening, singing, writing, and painting rooms, furniture and canvasses.
Just over three months ago, I was shovelling manure in my organic veggie patch, when I rolled my ankle, and promptly passed out from the pain (I’ve never done that before)! I knew immediately that I had done something quite serious. Later tests revealed I had torn a ligament in my ankle, and all the surrounding muscles and tendons were torn and bruised. As a result, I spent 8 weeks in a moonboot, and I’m still recovering.
Anyway, they say everything happens for a reason, and I was really at a point of reassessing my life, and what truly made me happy. One night I had a dream I was standing in my studio (yes, I’m lucky enough to have one already!) and I was surrounded by painted furniture and lots of artworks. When I woke up, I knew it was a prophetic dream, and that was exactly what I was meant to be doing.
Years ago, I discovered a product called chalk paint, and I had done some pieces for my girls and family members, and absolutely loved the process and the finish. I have always been able to look at something and see its potential, so this wasn’t really a challenge for me.
So now, I’ve hung up my apron, and am wearing another, spending almost every day to bring you some beautiful creations!
I truly believe in what I’m doing. I believe we should leave very few footprints on this earth, and that we have a responsibility to future generations to leave this earth better. It’s another reason why I’m so passionate about what I do; saving pieces that otherwise would be in landfill, or rediscovering a piece of junk that someone no longer wants, and transforming it into something beautiful to be admired for years to come.
And let’s face it, back in the day, they built things to last. Some of my pieces are almost 100 years old and, still magnificent!