Yesterday, I did not arrive at the department store an hour before it even opened. I would never be so stunned as to not check the hours before leaving home.
I did not kill the time by heading to Wal-Mart and buying an obscene amount of storage bins for baby stuff.
That was totally not my secret plan all along.
I did not pee the second I walked into Wal-Mart …
… and the department store …
I did not finish up at the department store and walk into the mall to find that itwasn’t open for another 20 minutes. I was not totally confused and outraged as to why one of the stores would be open an hour earlier than the rest of the mall.
I did not camp out in the empty, closed-up food court for 20 very long minutes — waiting for A&W to open.
I did not pounce on the A&W cashier to place my order at exactly 12:00 p.m., when they opened up.
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.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep it from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
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.)