To say I’m a hopeless romantic is an understatement. I actually after a couple of attempts at relationships decided to try a bit of cosmic ordering, man wise. The man I was meant to meet was a tall dark handsome architect called James with good family values, good sense of humour…. Fast forward six months and I’m having my first date at the other end of the country with a tall blond handsome interior architect called Alex….. Almost got it right!!! Our story is one of the more random ones but I still believe our paths were meant to cross at somepoint, there are just too many coincidences and near misses within our story. We’ve been married since 2011 and they’ve been our hardest but our best years. We’ve grown together, support each other and have one beautiful little girl and another due November (2015 in case I forget to update this bit!). I once asked an old man who was coming up to his 66th wedding anniversary what the secret to a long happy marriage was….. His answer…. Tolerance!… I laughed but 4 years later this makes more sense! Marriage may not always be romance filled but my super tolerant husband is so supportive he’s often by my side capturing the shots at the other end of a room, lawn, ceremony hall, that I can’t get to; I definitely think while the flowers and constant kisses may have stopped, this level of support is pretty romantic!
My background is creative until the end of university when I got hit by a gigantic need to travel, which I did followed up by a jet setting life as cabin crew, a decade on and photography is pulling me back to my creative roots. I picked up a DSLR after the birth of my gorgeous girl and having had a brief introduction to the SLR process at university I’ve found myself completely sucked back in! It’s fair to say self improvement is something I’ve often been relaxed about, but I’ve taken photography so seriously I’ve surprised even myself. It’s become a passion as has the editing process which can absorb me for hours and hours!
My other passions include Cake, shopping, ice cream, friends, family and all the wine, good food and laughs that come with them, holidays….oh holidays and the dusty smell of hot tarmac as you leave the plane… a long forgotten past time since the biggest love of my life started spending my money for me.
Wouldn’t have it any other way though…