I did not, for some reason, insist on wearing a stretchy non-maternity tank top and non-maternity long-sleeved tee around the house last night, even though my stomach kept jutting out. And I would jump every time it brushed against a cool surface.
While playing cards with Darling Husband last night, I was extremely sharp and dazzled him with my skills. I was definitely not a complete moron who kept repeating, “What level am I on?” and “What level, again?” and “Um … what level, again?” #pregnancybrain
I was very reasonable when Darling Husband bought tea biscuits from the *other* grocery chain, and ate them without a single complaint. I did not take a bite, make a face, say, “Tea biscuit, you are a huge disappointment,” and then repeat the process.
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.)