Hello from a self-proclaimed wordnerd.

Ever since I was very little, I’ve been crazy on reading, writing and words. Keraaaaazy. You can read more about the very exciting journey of my life with words on my blog if you’re so inclined, but we’ve only just met. Maybe you aren’t so super-interested in the whole wordsy box and dice right now.

 

Make

Generally speaking, I love making stuff.

Crochet, jewellery, photography, cooking, singing. If it’s something you can make, then I’m probably pretty interested. I’ve got a whole room full of hobby stuff. Sewing things, embroidery things, plaster things.

Making stuff is a big part of who I am.

I’m also crazy-made about reading and would happily read all day, interrupted only by snacks, if I could still pay the bills doing that.

Do

I love to get out and do stuff, be active. Recently-ish I’ve been obsessed with cycling and going to the gym and though I’ve toned it down slightly now, I still love the idea of going for a jog (yep, seriously), a bike ride or heading to a dance class.

I spent a lot of years being too embarrassed to get out and DO things. OMG, what if someone was LOOKING?! Now that I’m virtually 40, I’ve come to realise that life is too short and no-one is watching me anyway. 

 

 

and friend

I am an introvert, no question about it, but that only means that sometimes I need a bit of alone time to recharge the old batteries. I am one of those (*ahem*) amazing introverts who really loves spending time chatting and nattering with people. I love to spend time with my pals, my boyfriend and my lovely little family, all of whom make me laugh.

I used to think that it was really important to be cool and follow other people’s leads. Now I know that it’s most comfortable to just be who you are. That’s where true success lies.

 

And, to round out about me, just for something a little philosophical (cos, hey, why not), my fave-o quote and the one that kind of kicked me back towards writing again: “Let yourself be drawn by the stronger pull of that which you truly love.” – Jalaluddin Rumi