I know I drive my family crazy sometimes with taking photos when we’re all together. It’s what I do. I love photos. I love capturing all the times we’re together and also those fun “no one knows you’re snapping” candid shots! In recent years I’ve been very aware that I too need to be in some of the photos. I’m a digital scrapbooker and memory keeper! And, of course, I love the creative process of putting all my photos together and creating photo art and scrapbook albums.
Back in June I attended Fiona Humberstone’s Colour for Creatives Workshop in Brixton, London. I’d read Fiona’s book “How to Style your Brand” after seeing her at Paperfest last year. It seemed too good of an opportunity to miss as I was about to do a slight re-brand of my business. I’d been feeling a little confused about my blog and website since getting such a great reception from the Stitches trade show in regards to my fabric pattern design work.
As a member of the UK Craft and Hobby Association CHA UK, I recently had an opportunity to have a small stand at the Craft Hobby and Stitch International trade show (2016). It was a new initiative for their designer educator and blogger members (DEBs).
This past week, following on from the Craft, Hobby and Stitch trade show I attended back in February, has seen me go from dreaming of becoming a fabric designer to actually selling some of my designs and thus, becoming one! I’m also working with a UK fabric manufacturer to further develop one of my collections. So yes, it’s been an exciting week for me.
Yesterday I was talking with a friend who’s hoping to set up a new blog soon. I asked her why she hasn’t done it yet as her ideas are so lovely and I think it’ll be a great success. Her answer and reason was quite simple and interestingly profound. She was worried about the time it would take to curate her spaces so her photos would be appealing and “perfect” for her blog content.
One of my strongest and earliest memories is standing outside my grandparents home with my Nan in London saying goodbye to my Grandad. I used to think it was a dream until I told my Dad about it and he was so surprised as he said I was just a toddler about 2 yrs old. Nonetheless, that’s what I remember. Apparently, it was when my Grandad moved from London to Cornwall.