Age 4. Catapulted to stardom. Unexpected Cover Girl for School Year Book.
NEEDLE & THREAD.
Age 8. Found my textilean mojo in needle and thread. No doubt inspired by, and possibly genetically imprinted from, my skilful seamstress Grandmother (Helga). Handsewing colourful visions into form. Bliss.
PLASTIC ROLE MODEL.
Age 10. Birthday Gift Touchdown … ‘Day-to-Night’ Barbie. Strategically positioned Velcro transformed her sleek, conservative business suit into a frothy, pink tutu and glistening lame bustier. Corporate ladder by day, VIP Soirees at night. I had my Muse. Not a Ken nor Camper-van to speak of. My girl had three mystical horses, a wardrobe bursting with red-carpet-ready frocks crafted by me, and a lime-green, mirrored coffee table which converted into the ultimate day-to-night accessory … a bubble bath.
Age 14. Everything changed. Illness struck. Life would never be the same.
A NEW PARADIGM
Age 15. Gifted two books that would re-frame my circumstances & provide me with the tools to transform my health and alter my pathway. “ You Can Heal Your Life” by Louise Hay & “ Raw Energy” by Leslie Kenton. Beliefs challenged. Values reimagined. Plus, the toughest questions a teenager can handle. “Why is this happening to me?” “Am I going to die?” “Did I somehow create this illness?” “How can I heal myself?”
Age 18. Rock-solid epiphany midway through Information Night for local Fashion Design Course. Four years of mastering the French Seam? … Uh, no thank you. Instead, I went solo, designing, wholesaling & promoting my own clothing label. A self-styled Advt Campaign shot by friend and uber-famous photographer, Darren Centofanti … and the media flattered my socks off with comparisons to Tom Ford. Coupled with thunderous applause at the parade launch – DESTINY … I finally knew what that word felt like.
MY VOGUE MOMENT.
Age 21. Appointed Editor of hip, street mag. Pinched myself as I interviewed my fave fashion industry idols … including Lipstick Queen, Poppy King … deets of our Powwow later published in THE actual ‘September Issue’ of US Vogue some 13 years later. You know, the one the movie was made about? Goosebumps. #AnnaWintourIsMyBFF.
Age 23. Late night phone call with Doyenne Artist & Bestie, Emma Hack ignited a string of creative collaborations headlined by four Body Art Calendars. Working, travelling & making magic with my favourite friends … best memories ever? You bet.
Age 26. Dream Styling gig booked in India. Two week long Celebrity Advt Campaign for International Music Television Channel. Just days before takeoff … a horror car crash put an end to my lofty plans. Heart broken, but the Universe had spoken.
ON THE SAME PAGE.
Age 30. Picked my jaw up off the floor and kicked my Shrink to the Kerb after he told me to “Accept the fact that I was NEVER going to regain my health.” Shock morphed into gratitude at monumental life-lesson download. ‘Seek counsel only from those who are in sync with my mantra – ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE’
Age 33. Local News Ed. sqwashed my idea to produce, write and style glossy House Features. Mega- Crushed. Glanced at daily horoscope which stated …’Brilliance guaranteed if you stop thinking small.’ Reached out to Deborah Biddy, Big Wig Editor of hugely popular National Shelter Magazine ‘REAL LIVING’ . Nutso for my Pitch, she booked me on the spot. Planets officially aligned.
TELEVISION SAVED MY LIFE.
Age 36. After 20 years of illness and millimetres from total body collapse, a chance T.V encounter was my saviour. Who woulda thunk it? Let the healing finally begin.