About MeLast modified: 06/02/2011
I come from a valley in the foothills of Mount Wellington in Tasmania, Australia. I grew up making fairy houses from the yellow mud on the banks of our dam, or making wombat caves from the white clay left overs from my mum’s ceramics. Holidays were full of colour; my grandmother’s Mexican masks in her glossy wooden ballroom, tiny white shells on the creamy beach against the bright sea, green satin flares in the dress up box.
Back in the ol scorcher summer of ’06 I moved to the big smoke: Melbourne, the city of inflated rentals and body corporate rules that say I can’t have a cat.
I’m a bit of a lothario when it comes to making things; sewing, cooking, painting, drawing, writing, gluing… loyal to none. I even made an outdoor bench seat once (admittedly very “rustic” with a lot of assistance from my partner and his father). This blog reflects my tension between wanting to do a bit of everything, man, and the desire to make things ORGANISED and DECIDED and other forceful words which should be written in CAPITALS.
So the uniting ethos of Phoebe C? Make, use, appreciate. Eat cake.