I’m a bit of a multitasking ninja – part mum, part maker, full-time mess manager. I live for the giggles, the cuddles, and the sweet satisfaction of seeing a name perfectly stitched on a tiny backpack. When I'm not knee-deep in snack negotiations or stepping on rogue LEGO, you’ll find me stitching love into every bag that leaves my home studio.

It was one of those nights – the kind where you're half-asleep but still running on love. I was up late with my eldest, just before she started kinder, and the words Weary Theory popped into my head. A little rhyme, a little whimsy, and a whole lot of truth. Because let’s be real – parenting is a theory you test when you’re completely worn out. This name is a nod to all the weary, wonderful parents out there just doing their best (and occasionally smashing it).

Like most great stories, mine started in the middle of chaos – toys everywhere, a half-drunk coffee, and a mind buzzing with possibilities. I’d been on the hunt for something special for my daughter’s first backpack, and nothing felt quite right. So I decided to make it myself. One embroidery machine, a whole lot of YouTube tutorials, and many trial-and-error stitches later… Weary Theory was born. It’s been a slow and steady journey of love, growth, and gorgeous threads ever since.

Most days start with coffee and cuddles – and end with bobbins and bedtime stories. I juggle playtime with prep time, snack-making with stitch-setting. My workspace? Think thread spools, baby wipes, tiny socks and the occasional dinosaur. It’s not always tidy, but it’s full of life. Every backpack I make gets stitched in between snack breaks, nap traps and tickle fights – and I wouldn’t have it any other way.