Something for the weekend

This is my 20th Something for the weekend :) If you ever want to refer back to the others they are saved under the ‘inspiration‘ category over there in the sidebar —-> (hint: it’s in the I write about list)

This is my new mantra (see also: this and this )

Robert Downey Jr’s is my favourite

Finding strength in gentleness

[Video] Jen Louden & Brene Brown in conversation!

I love foxes the best

Want to sleep in a spaceship? — !!

I like Camilla’s candy

About to download this journal app

Jennifer Collier’s paper creations

Squash, apple & quinoa crumble :: butternut squash roasted with sage & coconut

This is epic: 106 excuses that prevent you from ever becoming great

Tarkovsky’s Polaroids ( i have this book and it’s lovely)

To know your true value (ironically followed by: the $100 milllion productivity tip)

Lipbalm + Christmas flavours = win

This is why Susan is my guru

Be sure to check out Lisa’s new Sway project

I’m thinking it’s unlikely i’ll score one of these on eBay: Golden Cartier Polaroid cameras

Photographer’s mittens!

Crunchy Betty’s top 10 remedies for everything

And finally, a little bird tells me that registration for the Creative Joy retreat will be opening next week — first dibs go to the mailing list, so if you’d like to join me, Jen Louden and Marianne Elliott next June for five days of inspiration, rejuvenation and JOY, hop on the mailing list now :)

EnJOY! xo

Things I want to remember

His current list of words:

moo cow
nana (banana)
choo choo
hey-koo (thank you)
one.. two…
Stee (Steve)
Maia (the cat)

[updated to add some words we forgot and some new ones!]

no (obviously)
beep beep
boing boing
let’s go <—- how cool is this one?

Now listen to this slice of magic:


His mummy has been teaching him to say Susie but he’s still finding the “soo” and the “zee” sounds a bit hard ;-)

On trusting our creative path

On trusting our creative path |
I started taking my photography seriously when I was 19 years old. I was at art college, deeply immersed in making what I considered to be art. I was unsure of myself and couldn’t always articulate what it was I was trying to say, but those three years of experimentation gave me the space to explore my creativity. I left college at 22 and back then (1995) the photography I wanted to do didn’t seem to have a place in the world yet. I didn’t want to be an editorial photographer, which is where most of my peers were headed, but I couldn’t see how I could make a living as a fine art photographer. I’d left college with dreams of solo exhibitions and a fine art book, only to find myself back in the real world. So after a couple of years working to pay the rent, I went back to university to study journalism; I put those original dreams on hold, indefinitely.

It’s now sixteen years later and today I’m preparing the online space for my photography class starting next Monday. My photography path unfolded in ways I hadn’t imagined and along the way I learned that you do not need to be published in books or magazines, or belong to a certain association, or even earn money from your images, to call yourself a photographer (or writer or artist or musician, or whatever your heart yearns to called). All you need do is hold a camera in your hands with the intention of creating. Recording beauty and decay. Capturing memories. Documenting a scene. Telling a story. Catching a likeness. Exploring your inner world in pixels and film.

What I’ve learned in my many years of being a photographer and not being a photographer is we have to trust that our creative path will unfold exactly as it wants to. 22-year-old me wanted to make books and be seen, to be recognised as having some talent, some purpose, something to say. Back then I craved validation — these days I see that being a photographer is not a badge I wear but simply the way I move through the world. I take photographs everyday — it’s like brushing my teeth.

I’ve been thinking about how the time in my life when I felt most at peace with who I am as a creative person was when the opportunity to pen two books came along. Last week I mentioned that the books were a childhood ambition realised. And they are — i’ve imagined seeing my name on a book ever since I could read. But what I’ve been feeling lately, aside from the vulnerability of sharing my thoughts and stories in such a public way, is a quiet sense of rightness. I don’t feel validated or seen or any of those things younger me craved because somehow this isn’t about me anymore. I’m making things for others that I hope will be useful, and I feel just like I do on Christmas eve when I’m busting to give my family their presents and see their faces when they open them. It’s about sharing and giving and delighting.

Something for the weekend

I’m so glad you guys like these posts because i LOVE putting them together!

[Video] this is really important: The Story of Stuff

The God of Cake

Ninja bread men :: Raw pumpkin spice cookies :: Chocolate nut balls

Made me smile: Flick Chicks

This is why I love my mate Sas

From Britain With Love

Loving all these letterheads

Amazing sand sculpture!

Oh boy, I really wish I had a camper van

What I learned from Steve Jobs

These are incredible (also: love this photo)

I’ve signed up for Andrea’s new journalling course!

I pretty much want everything from this shop

If this then that (via Colleen)

It was bound to happen: my Filofax fetish

How to deal with uncomfortable feelings (and create positive ones)

Reason to move to Portland no 14: Poetry posts (via Kelly)

Some people are so talented it makes my head explode

[E-book] The Shy Photographer’s Guide to Confidence (it’s free)

And finally, the more I watch this, the funnier it gets

Enjoy! xo