I wanted to be a scaffolder when I was a little girl, just like my Dad. A Scottish man from Edinburgh, Dad lived in Okinawa, Japan for years while he studied martial arts and met my mother during a trip to Taiwan. After two years of letter writing, they came to Sydney and I was born not long afterward in our family home in the western suburbs.
Fast forward a couple of decades and I now live in Sydney with my little love – my ten year old son, Wolf.
I like people with stories. Friday nights (they’re so full of promise). Still mornings listening to Bonobo and drinking tea. Russian red lipstick. Dancing. Discovering great music. House parties. s t r e t c h i n g. Side shows. Unnecessary swearing. The smell of clean laundry and the breeze rushing through my home. Chasing boredom and crafting lists. People watching. Weekend sleep ins. Cooking bonanzas. Scrabble. My wonderfully random and challenging occupation…
On the other hand, I don’t like knowing I’m about to be bollocked for something. Overcrowded music festivals. Really cliche quotes. The way skinny jeans can be so very unforgiving on so many people. Pointless meetings. Trying to seduce sleep. Misplacing favourite things. The fact that I haven’t read a fraction of what I’d like to…
I started this blog because I frequently found myself writing and it made sense to put it out there, somewhere. I had an anonymous blog for six years but started to crave something real, less cryptic and bearing my real name. Above all, I want to express and explore some ideas and start a conversation. So please chat to me, either here or on Twitter.
I didn’t start out with a clear career path. I think it’s a tricky thing to do when you’re a teen. I studied journalism and PR at uni and didn’t want to close myself to potentially great opportunities.
So I started a dot.com with two friends when I was 20 and managed to talk some VC investors into funding us. For a year, we built our brand, worked with some amazingly talented people and networked during every possible opportunity or inappropriate moment. The dot.com crash occurred just before we were to launch and although it was an utterly heart breaking experience, I went to work directly for my investors before heading into PR agency land.
You can go to my LinkedIn profile to find out more or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Hope to hear from you soon.