16th February 2018, wake up at 6 am, one hour commute to work, 9 hours at work, leave, travel to Heathrow and jump on a plane. One outfit change, a little bit of sleep + 4 movies later I arrive in Sydney to four very smiley people.
The deadline for applications was sitting on the horizon but we didn't actually have any products, a logo, a website or anything much more than ideas to apply with. So this became the key task: build enough elements of a brand to make the application look good and then figure out the next steps after that!
I love handmade, I love the connection to a person whose fingers have been all over my new mug, necklace or candle. But the thing I came to learn is that although I put ‘made by hand’ all over my products and put the concept on a beautifully crafted pedestal, I’m not really a maker. Don’t get me wrong, I can make. But I’m not an artist.
Learning that money doesn’t flick my switch was something I felt I had to keep secret. When I confessed to my very patient account that I couldn’t accurately tell her what I’d earned I felt like I must be doing it all wrong.