The press version goes like this: young designer starts selling jewellery on Portobello Road. Brand grows. Harrods, Selfridges, Harvey Nichols. QVC Japan. Disney collaborations. Twenty-five years of building something beautiful.
The real version goes like this: young woman with no business training and a lot of determination builds something extraordinary while simultaneously navigating a marriage breakdown, single parenthood, financial pressure that would have broken most people, and the discovery that success doesn't actually fix the thing you thought it would fix.
I didn't pivot from jewellery to coaching because I got bored. I pivoted because I broke. And in the breaking, I found the work that was always underneath — the real work. The inner work. The body work. The thing that no amount of external success can substitute for.
The houseboat was not a lifestyle choice. It was a financial reality that became the most honest thing I've ever done. Living on water strips away everything that isn't real. It teaches you what you actually need versus what you thought you needed.
Twenty-five years leaves a trail. Here's mine, unedited.