Quick note before we start, when my husband proof read this blog he asked me what a cello was, so just in case, its a cellophane wrapper. Now we can begin. It really used to bug me that I used plastic cellos to protect my work. My designs are sold as greeting cards and prints, they are visual products and need to be seen. (If you want to be helpful, share the shit out of them as they need to be seen more, I have bills to pay) So display is key and protection of the product is

Before we begin, some of these pictures are for illustration purposes. I had no time for photographs during 'The Attack'. I have one picture of The Terminator Swan (as he was swimming off). Days out with Stacey are always fun which is why I try to have as many of them as possible. She will usually try to deny the fun with phrases like ‘I can’t come, I need to crack on’. But today was different. We both work for ourselves which has its benefits. When its sunny, we can ditch wo

I’m the designer and I needed some help from my Dad, who happens to be a maths teacher. I didn’t need his help with maths, I needed his carpentry skills. Unlucky for him, he is my right hand man for all things DIY. I had a plan, I always have a plan. He gets roped in and then we usually make a new much more realistic plan. I wanted to make some display stands for my new range of Christmas cards using some pallets that should have been taken to the tip months before. However,