Welcome to my DEN

At this point you may quite reasonably be thinking: "Yeah, yeah, yeah, Carol. The shoes. The giant Den. The tiny paint-covered menace. But... so what?" Fair question. The strange thing is that recognising all of this hasn't suddenly changed what I make. It's changed how I understand what I make. For months I'd been worrying that my work was heading off in lots of random different directions. Every time a new idea appeared I'd find myself thinking, "What the hell has

The evidence is mounting The other week I told you about the shoes. Which, for the record, are still utterly fabulous. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of it. Once I'd noticed the pattern, I started seeing it everywhere. And by everywhere, I mean EVERYWHERE. The moment I finally realised quite how ridiculous this had become was when I was standing in front of the Den looking at the evolution of The Rooted Age and found myself thinking: "Oh, for the love of God...

Last week I shared the sentence I'd apparently been carrying around for years without properly noticing. This week I'd like to tell you about the shoes. When I was little, one of my favourite memories was getting my first pair of heels. They weren't really heels. They were kitten heels. Black patent shoes that caught the light and looked like they'd been dipped in an oil slick. I adored them. Then life happened. I grew up. I moved countries. I spent years li