I am not wearing the most awkward outfit imaginable today. I would never wear leggings, a skirt, a long-sleeved shirt, and rubber boots in July. It is always sunny and warm in Canada, and never rains.
I am not staring at a handful of nickels and pennies, which are somehow supposed to get me home on the bus. I have a chauffeur who takes me everywhere, and I never have to resort to public transportation.
I did not get orange juice all over my BlackBerry, making it all sticky. I treat my electronic devices with total respect, and would never drop, ding, or scratch them.
I am not considering buying nail polish remover to keep in my office, for emergencies such as chips. I am definitely not staring at my nails right now, hating the chips. I am not bothered by such shallow things.
I am not dancing behind my desk to Avril Lavigne’s Girlfriend, which is floating through my window from the radio playing outside. I am not a sucker for teenybop music.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 11-year-old son and a nine-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes for my kids, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time as a writer. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)