My name: comes from a Czechoslovakian singer, Phoebe Snow. Her most noted hit is ‘two fisted love’. I can’t sing and neither can my parents.
My childhood ambition: not really childhood (I probably wanted to be a vet or a hairdresser then), but as a teenager I had a continuing fantasy that I’d meet a man with a big old car and one day we’d pack some things and drive. I never knew where to, but I imagined that he would be hairy and could play the bongo drums. I wanted to be wild and free.
My fondest memory: I have so many fond memories. I spend half my life remembering and the other half wishing. They say people strive to live in the moment their whole lives and never achieve it. Maybe one day (wishing again).
My soundtrack: would have lots of twang, melancholy and wistfulness.
My retreat: a house in the forests up north on an acreage with animals and children and a great big vegie garden and lots of colour. A studio with paints and fabrics and sculptures hanging. And a man in the garden whistling while he fixes things in his workshop.
My wildest dream: to be content. To have travelled. And to be wise. And to have a big, big heart.
My proudest moment: I’m a mother, so the answer here is blindingly obvious.
My biggest challenge: getting over myself. Actually, I have two. The second is to provide Dali with the best childhood anybody could have.
My alarm clock: last year it was Dali at 3am and 5am and 7am. At the moment it’s my heart wildly banging against my sternum after a dream. Next year I hope it’s a kiss. The kind that makes me goosebumpy. The kind where I roll over and snuggle into a pair of man arms.
My perfect day: thinking about how to answer this makes me sad because I can’t think of what a perfect day would look like for me. I wonder what that means.
My first job: was in a record store. I was getting ten dollars an hour. But I felt so fucking cool.
My indulgence: music. that’s all.
My last purchase: a big woolly coat. Probably dumb because it’s getting warm again.
My favourite movie: I don’t know anybody that can answer that question.
My inspiration: my environment. Things people say. Songs and words. Pictures. My son.
My life: is a series of interactions. Mostly good. I seem to spend a lot of time doing housework too. Not so good.
My card: describes me as a bespoke fabric animal designer and sculptor. I’m not really. It should probably say girl and mummy.
