Hi. It’s me. Former corporate girly. Ex-Excel sheet warrior. Now? Full-time “creative”… whatever that means 😭 I used to have a stable salary, structured life, lunch at 12, complain at 3, go home at 6. Now I wake up and my boss is… my own chaotic brain. Meeting agenda: panic, create, overthink,

Because somehow along the way, Raya flowers became either • sad plastic orchids • pasar malam decorations • or real flowers that die after 2 days 😭 So I started making my own arrangements. But the rule is very simple: If it looks fake… I reject it immediately. I spent weeks sourcing fa

POV: You have 7 minutes before school drop off and someone can’t find their shoe. This is why plain shirts are elite. No thinking. No matching headache. Just change the colour, change the vibe. Black = serious mum. Beige = “I drink iced latte” mum. White = trying my best mum. Colourfu

After my last post, some of you asked what happened next — so here it is. I eventually went through surgery after my sleep study. Nothing dramatic to look at, no “before & after” glow up moment. Just quiet recovery days, hospital meals, IV lines, snacks on the side table, and a lot of rest

I thought being tired was normal & blamed motherhood. I woke up exhausted no matter how long I slept. I had brain fog, low energy, and constant burnout — but I told myself it was just life, work, motherhood, stress. No one really tells you this, but chronic tiredness isn’t a personality

Hi, I’m M.S. Mum of two. Building things while my brain is screaming. This is where I dump pretty things, messy thoughts, mom life, and whatever I’m creating next. Not a niche. Just a mood. 🖤✨