01/01/2026
Couldn’t have dreamt up a more beautiful, brave, wholesome corner of the internet than this one. Every time I open my DMs I’m reminded there are real hearts and real humans on the other side of this screen, willing to be open, honest and wildly themselves with me.
I don’t post wondering where it lands. I post because I’m obsessed with FOOD, PEOPLE, PLACES. I post because my little phone is so fricken good it actually catches what my eye sees. I post because this feels ENJOYABLE, EASY, FUN. Posting lets me be an artist, a creative, an educator with food as the medium and you as the witness.
In secondary school, in 3rd year to be exact, my art teacher bullied me so hard I chose survival over art and made the toughest decision not to pursue art further because of the trauma she caused me. I went straight to 5th year. I missed it so much.
Years later in college, during Hotel & Catering Management, in 4th year I realised my creative outlet was missing when the kitchen disappeared from the curriculum. Chefing and running restaurants was apart of the first 3 years, I loved it. On the eve of my final exam in 4th year I bumped into .hennessy.3 in the library and she told me she was heading to for three months of intensive chefing on a 100-acre organic farm. A light bulb exploded. I ran to a computer, applied. I finished my exams and graduated then interviewed for Ballymaloe, got accepted, then worked my ass off for 8 months without a day off to pay for it, moved into the Coach House with Trish (the girl who inspired me on those library steps) and threw myself into the course. I LOVED IT. I found my place. I found my people.
The rest of the journey has been wild. Being creative isn’t optional for me; it’s who I am. Every gorgeous message you send reminds me of the girl who walked out of the art room, took a risk on a farm in East Cork, and fought to build this exact space. You’re not just “engagement”. You’re the proof it was all worth it.
Happy New Year ######xx
