Dreamy moments: PetRox

I’m a bit of a dreamer.

When I was small I loved coming up with interesting ideas for my future jobs or pursuits. My imagination was pretty wild and wooly so I rarely followed through with my hair-brained ideas. To this day I’m often coming up with weird and wonderful ideas for my future self. Thought I’d share some of my quirky little ideas I’ve dreamt up over time and here’s the first… PetRox.

I love craft and was dreaming about how I could put my creative juice into a project that could make some pocket money. My idea was a small business called PetRox. I remember thinking the ‘x’ in ‘Rox’ was really cool. I had a pet rock growing up and thought it was awesome. I now planned to share the awesomeness by creating a collection of pet rock characters that I would sell complete with their own unique ‘houses’ made from small boxes. Each rock character would have a name and backstory and would be lovingly hand-painted and googly-eyed by me. I even created some prototypes (shown below). Unfortunately I don’t remember their names or house concepts. But seriously, just check out that monacle and kilt…

I felt the idea had so much potential and dreamt of my Etsy store and what it would look like. I wondered what custom orders would come in or whether I would share stories of successfully ‘adopted’ pets in a “where are they now?” section of my website. Maybe the pet rocks would travel the world or build an extension on their box house. Maybe I could sell pet rock kits for keen DIYers. The possibilities seemed endless.

And I’ve got to say I still think it was a cute idea. What do you think? Could PetRox take off and form a stony empire? Would you buy a pet rock?

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Today is a new day

When I was small I had dreams of becoming a tap-dancing marine biologist.

I grew up a little and had visions of being a famous singer who would moonlight as a macro photographer.

That seems like a long time ago and no, I do not hold those youthful goals in my mind any longer. The problem seems to be that I hold no goals in my mind any longer and life has become a series of false starts and early finishes.

I can’t pinpoint where I began forgetting how to dream. All I know is that, at this point in my life, all I want is to remember how.

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New growth always inspires me.

So, this is a memoir. A series of memories documented. An exploration into myself, my life and all else to try and find health, vibrancy, creativity and energy. Without these things I can’t grow – and that’s what I want to do – keep on growing.

– Heidi