I have been making things for as long as I can remember. My first clay piece was a tiny pair of shoes I created in grade one, and they won first place at the local fair. That moment stayed with me. From then on, creativity became a natural part of my life. I spent my childhood baking beside my mother, starting with an Easy‑Bake oven and eventually learning real recipes at her side. My love of making grew quickly. 

At twelve, I started a small cake‑decorating business for neighbours and family, and by seventeen, I made my first wedding cake. Those early experiences shaped my confidence and taught me that with patience, care, and imagination, I could create anything I dreamed of.

Pottery returned to my life as an adult during a time when I needed a place to slow down. As a full‑time teacher and a mother of three boys, life was busy, loud, and always in motion. Clay offered something different. It grounded me. Even now, the simple act of centering clay or pulling up the walls brings me joy and a sense of steadiness. The thought of a new form or idea still fills me with excitement.

Friends describe me as creative, thoughtful, hardworking, and energetic, and those qualities find their way into my work. My pottery is detailed and intentional, but also playful and full of movement. My designs are inspired by the outdoors and the activities that shape my life. On the bottom of a mug, you might find tiny trees or the impression of a bicycle. My slab-built pieces often feature bright florals or textures inspired by mountains and forests. I want my work to feel connected to place and to bring a bit of the outdoors into everyday routines.

Because the kitchen and the table are the heart of my own home, my work is rooted in function. Family dinners are the ritual I treasure most. They are the times when we slow down, share stories, and reconnect after busy days. I think about that when I make pottery: how a bowl can hold warmth, how a mug fits comfortably in the hand, how a platter brings people together. I hope the pieces I create become part of someone else’s meaningful moments and remind them of places they love.

This year, I moved into a new studio that we built ourselves, using old bricks we collected over many years and antique lights that add warmth and history. The space is cozy, full, and always alive with ideas. It feels like a place where creativity is meant to happen.

Working with clay keeps me grounded, curious, and inspired. Every piece I create carries a part of my story: the child baking beside her mother, the teenager sewing late into the night, the young girl running a cake‑decorating business, the mother looking for stillness, and now the woman who finds joy in making pieces that are used, shared, and loved.