My maternity clothes. I had built up a really extensive wardrobe by the end, and I miss some of those pieces! Especially the maternity jeans. Ahh, comfort.
Never worrying that I looked fat in something. I was pregnant, not fat … and now I am, uh, not pregnant. And getting dressed is definitely not as fun, when you have to scrutinize how you look in clothes.
The attention. Yeah, I said it. Now the baby gets all of the attention. It is SO not “all about me” anymore. Luckily, I get to accept the compliments on his behalf 🙂
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-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 them 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, 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 with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)