ABOUT

Where to begin? In the middle seems as good a place as any.

It’s raining. London seems still and quiet, as if hunched down, pensive, considering it’s next move.

Yesterday I was a make up artist - rivers of syrupy blood and feuding Capulets filled my day.

Today I’m a designer - Mr’s & Mrs’, swashes and ornaments and the palest of pink scripts will fill my day and swirl around in my mind until sleep draws me under my cloud-like duvet.

Tomorrow I just might be a baker - and let sugar, butter and eggs keep me company.

But just for now, for this quiet and slow minute, I think I’ll be me, inside and out.