
"You were born to be real, not to be perfect."
I read that on a t-shirt and it really spoke to me.
You might’ve noticed the photo in my header — a beautiful pot, lovingly repaired with gold. It’s called Kintsugi, a Japanese art form that highlights the cracks instead of hiding them. It celebrates the history, the mending, the imperfections — turning something broken into something more beautiful. Kintsugi extends beyond just a repair technique; it's a philosophy that embraces imperfection and impermanence, finding beauty in the broken and repaired. And honestly? I think that’s what life is all about.
I don’t live in a big house with marble worktops or sweeping staircases. There’s no glossy magazine photo shoot happening here — unless it’s to capture my latest cake flop (I’m not great at cakes, I leave that to my sister) or the trail of glitter stuck to the cat (true story but even worse, it was not my cat!!).
I’m not perfect, far from it. I’m ordinary. And I’m finally okay with that.
I make mistakes. I burn the odd dinner. I occasionally have full-on battles with wallpaper, and I often have paint in my hair and biscuit crumbs down my jumper. But I’m real. I’m me. And I think there’s gold in that, don’t you?
This blog isn’t about showing off a flawless life — it’s about sharing the joy, the mess, the creativity, and the comforting chaos of being wonderfully human.
So if you ever feel like you’re not polished enough, not stylish enough, not ‘together’ enough — come on in. Pull up a chair, pop the kettle on, and let’s celebrate the cracks, the glue, and all the golden bits in between. Maybe, we’ll even have a go at doing a bit of Kintsugi (sort of, LOL)
Being perfect is boring — but real? Real is beautiful.
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