Hello! My name is Natasha and I live in the fabulous city of Sydney with my hubby, and his overwhelming collection of mountain bikes!
Updated Nov ’13 : Now our little Peanut has joined our household too!
I moved to Sydney in 1993 after growing up in a small country town. In many ways I still feel like the country mouse making my way around the big city, forever in awe of what we are surrounded by and the opportunities we have to take.
I love all things crafty and creative, and a recent redundancy from a job (and a company) I had great passion for has given me the opportunity to sit back, take a deep breathe and just do whatever I want…and that’s where this blog comes into it.
“Why One Thousand Layers?” I hear you ask. Two reasons really.
The first is that I am a mad fan of anything to do with fashion and entertainment. One of my all time favourite TV shows is “Sex and The City” – well, I’m a female over the age of 30 so that’s possibly a given. One of the most fabulous outfits Carrie ever wore was the Versace mille-feuille dress – or the dress of a thousand layers – which she wore on her first night in Paris whilst waiting for the Russian to come and take her to dinner.
The second reason is probably a little deeper, but hopefully it will be as deep as this blog gets. I had the privilege of working in a job that I was passionate about and in which I really grew as a professional but along the way I lost a little bit of me. Without wanting to sound clichéd, I really want to use this blog to discover, or even re-discover, the many different layers that make me, well, me. I have never been more excited about what lies ahead, because for the first time in a while I really don’t know!
What I do know is this blog will contain a fair bit of the following:
- my very genuine attempts to become reasonably good at photography
- examples of my work as I unpack the Janome after 15 years
- my slightly worrying obsession with anything to do with reality TV shows or trashy TV in general
- culinary creations that I prepare for hubby and me to finally cleanse myself of the “Spinach Pie” disaster of 2002
- and quite possibly, incidents that will categorically prove I am the clumsiest person in the world.
Thanks for coming along for the ride!