Introduction

 

Hello there,

Just another mommy blogger trying to find an achievable creative outlet in this new stage of life.

My name is Sarah, I became a mom three months ago and have been off work for the past five months. What a transition it has been...

Before motherhood I was a creative dabbler. When I wasn’t working, I always had some creative project on the go. Downstairs in our third bedroom/storage room, I have several large boxes filled with unfinished projects. My husband is encouraging me to stop starting new ones and focus on finishing what I have. I begrudgingly agree with him; we don’t have the space or the funds for me to dive into anymore crafty creations. I won’t go into what is in the boxes right now. That will be for another post.

Like so many new mothers, my body is in recovery and even going through those boxes and setting up one of my many projects feels like too much, so I decided to come here. What I hope to share with you are my many interests and maybe some of my life’s strange and wonderful stories: For example, I own two pet pigeons who we saved from the streets of London, UK, and who now reside with us in a small seaside town in British Columbia, Canada.

The things I care about are all things creative. I’m a visual artist and I also love fashion. I am an avid thrift-er and, though I’m no good at it, I have been practicing the art of organization (it really is an art, just look on any social media platform).

Some of my earliest memories are of my mom and dad reading me bedtime stories, which grew into a love for stories and storytelling. In a way, starting this blog is a return to my creative roots.

To those who have found me, thanks so much for reading and I look forward to sharing something random and creative with you soon.

 

Lots of love,

Sarah

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