Being caught painting grandma’s white Jonquils with my watercolour set as a 5 year old was my first memory of my life’s journey of art and plants. She was not happy, but it felt so right, laying on my belly in the dirt, filling in the blanks with splashes of colour. If I wasn’t painting, I was sewing dollies clothes, cut from old clothing out of the ragbag. I think every girls doll in my street had my latest design made for it and they were as couture as any 7 year old could make with a needle and cotton. I worked in many industries as well as bulb and native plant nurseries while raising my 2 children. In my 30s, after years of self taught sewing, I studied hard, and became a real designer dressmaker.