When I began writing TSL it was a bit different, as all things evolve. If you happen upon posts from the first three years of the blog, a certain word may come to mind: twee. Yep, it was sometimes, here and there. Some of the things that inspired me then are not necessarily the things that inspire me today, although there is still a thread that runs through what draws me in, and that's colour, texture, pleasing forms, those intangible qualities that evoke happiness. And I've also learned that although it's wonderful when a design, for example, makes you feel something in a profound way, it's not always necessary to try to explain what is essentially unexplainable. I would try sometimes and I swear people must read those posts and think I was on drugs. I wasn't, I swear. A certain phrase from a Seinfeld episode comes to mind: 'unbridled enthusiasm'. Passion is important and sometimes I don't know what to do with it all! There's so much beauty in the world and I love when it's found in the details, in the every day things from our lives. And that's why I'm still writing The Swelle Life and enjoying it as much as ever.
I've also been working with Houzz.com for over two years now, contributing monthly Ideabooks for products. If you aren't familiar and you're into interiors, landscaping, decor, anything to do with the home, head on over and I promise you'll be hooked.
Oh, and I'm Canadian and have been living in England for nearly a decade with my wonderful husband whose patience encompasses the universe (the opposite of me), and the most awesome daughter ever. We lived in Paris for a short time, too, and that was probably the greatest time of my life. I miss home like mad, but things have happened here that never would have if not for my world being turned upside down. I'm still waiting for it to right itself, but it's been interesting, to say the least.
Thanks for reading. And looking. And commenting, if you do. (And that photo really needs to be changed, it's the worst - I do have eyes! But of all the photos I take, none of them are of myself. Please bear with me.)