Tiny Heid, illustrious author

Enjoy these stories written by 7yr old me.

Note: Drawings by 31yr old me. Spelling and grammar as per original copy.

The Triple Eyed Monster

There once was a monster he was triple eyed.

He was a sad monster even thowe he was friendley but he looked VERY scary. Everyone teased him because of his three eyes.

One day he went to the wized and asked him for only two eyes. The wized said that it is inposebl but he said he’d try.

So the following day the triple eyed monster met the wized on his morning stroll. Have you found a cure he said. Yes said the wized, Just drink this strawberry flaved milk.

The monster drank a little bit then in a flash there was his two perfect humen eyes. So he was never teased again and he lived hapily ever after.

The end. By Heidi.



One day Snail went for a walk in the park. It was spring, his favrite season and allso it was hot he was ROASTING so he went back home.

First he had a cool drink with ice blocks in it then a fuzzy man apeared who are you an ALIEN FROM SPACE. He said to himself im just dreaming.

The End.


What Dinosaurs Do

What do you think dinosaurs do?

My dinosaur studdies maths he’s never got an A+. BUT this time he got one because I helped him he donsent even know what 1+1 is.

But he’s always fat! do you want to know a secret!! he eats spuds!!! ooh yuck!



Photo journaling kinda saved my life

Warning: mushy, emotion-filled stuff to follow.

When my first serious relationship ended I didn’t cope very well. I think most people have a story like this. I found it hard to sleep, I rarely ate, I moped and stared out into nothingness and cried that gross kind of cry where all the snot gets your nose stuffy and there’s just goo all over your face and tissues don’t really seem to help.

I’m sure while this was going on I was terrible to live with. I was a real Debbie Downer. At the time though, I was quite unaware of most things because I was deeply buried in my own thoughts and feelings. This intense self-reflection started to really eat away at me. Too much time spent in your own mind can be unhelpful to say the least. And continuing to travel through life with your eyes closed in grief, your lungs restricted by sobbing and your tummy empty from a gut-wrenching fear of the future… well, I try not to think too much about where I would have headed. 

This all sounds overly dramatic but to me at the time things seemed insurmountable and my motivation to get up every day was beginning to wane. That is until I started my photo journal. 

I decided at some point that enough was enough. I needed something to give me a good shake. I remember thinking how I might be able to wake myself up from the break-up haze. My conclusion: take a photo of myself every day and write a reflection to go with it. Part of me wanted to document the pain and part of me wanted to dig myself out of it. And, for me, doing a project like this meant the difference between barely surviving and really thriving. 

This first photo journal lasted 77 days. I didn’t have a goal in mind for how long I’d keep going and that was a good thing. Goals can be helpful but sometimes they can also put more pressure on when you don’t need it.

Later, I started another photo journal that I hoped to keep for 365 days. I was inspired by a Project 365 photo-sharing group. This time it was more light-hearted and I lasted 137 days. Pretty respectable if you ask me! 

Photos capture so much. I found that if I took the time to grab a photo at some point in the day it would jog my memory later that night when I wanted to write about the day or my thinking behind the photo. I also found a simple structure (photo, bible verse, thought) helped the first time around when my brain felt like mush. Although, I was kind to myself if I just needed to ‘wing it’ some days.

I would really recommend photo journaling as something to try. Whether it be for creativity, motivation, documentation or processing. It’s a great alternative to a written journal and one that will continue to teach you every time you wince through a revisit. Gotta love that weird place called Memory Lane!

Day 18 of my first photo journal

Here we go.

I’m a serial quitter. If I feel like I can’t do something super dooper well I quietly push it to the side and start something else. No one will notice right? Well, maybe no one does but I’ve realised something – I do! I spend so much energy feeling guilty and bummed about not finishing things.

I’ve always wanted to blog. Scratch that – I have always been blogging but I feel like I never have because I’m slowly collecting a pile of half-baked blogs and ideas! Ugh. I recently realised I have over 6 blogs on the boil (and they’re just the ones I can find). It’s time to quit quitting people… we’re getting the band back together.

I’ve smooshed a bunch of my loose end blogs into one. And I’ll be keeping my ramblings to this one messy spot henceforth so help me blogging gods.

I’ve been telling people for years that I want to be a content creator. I’m thinking I might as well give it a proper crack to prove to myself that I can actually do it. Not going to lie, it’ll also be a lifesaver for my poor loved ones who hear non-stop that “I’m going to be a blogger… no really… I’ll do it soon… I’m keen… proper keen… promise… just need to find the time/brain space/energy/motivation… well, maybe not… what’s the point?… ah crumbs I suck… I’m an idiot… still haven’t done it… mope… waaah…”

Ha. Loose ends be damned. The frankenblog lives!

p.s. Encouraging comments welcome!

Bloggers who inspire me: Alicia Paulson (Posie Gets Cozy)

Sometimes things just click. Honey and carrots, cold and cuddles, salt and caramel, Milo and Otis… Lately, I’m learning more about what or who I ‘click’ with.

I’ve been an avid Youtube viewer and blog reader for many years now but I’ve always been very passive – just watching, not participating. Recently though, I’ve discovered a few people who are inspiring me to take part.

One particular person who has stood out is Alicia Paulson. Alicia’s blog is called Posie Gets Cozy and I believe she also has an online shop and such where she sells her beautiful sewing and knitting patterns and other gorgeous things.

I think I found Alicia by searching the blog-osphere for “sewing and knitting blogs”. I don’t sew a lot myself (although I did a lot for my wedding!! Let me know if you want me to share some of my DIY efforts and pics on here) but Posie Gets Cozy has still been a really important spark for my ‘creative courage’ lately.

Before I talk more about Alicia’s blog, let me first explain a few things about me.
I am naturally quite introverted and melancholic.
I am a self-sabotaging, perfectionistic procrastinator (try say that 3 times fast!).
I am creative and expressive.
I am a passionate communicator who is frustrated by my knack of subjugation and the ‘stealth mode’ I find myself operating in most days.

So, back to Posie Gets Cozy…

I remember vividly the day I read this post. It was around the time of the Boston bombing tragedy and I recall opening this post as it mentioned the event.

The things Alicia said were beautiful and sad. Her writing style was so peaceful and captivating. I remember seeing the image she was painting with her words and I could almost smell the lavender she picked on her walk that day.

From then on, I’ve read every post and revelled in the quiet warmth her writing creates. Her photography gives a depth to the descriptions she skilfully builds. The honest, sensory style of this blog really resonated with me.

Seeing someone just write what they want and take pictures of what they want… it made me see that I don’t need to be polished or perfect in everything I do. It actually showed me that being true to myself and creating a blog about whatever I wanted to write about could be so very freeing. Alicia’s writing style has even given me the nudge I needed to start my more reflective blog hello sun, hello moon. When life was hard and depressing I would spend hours writing poetry on an old blog of mine called RaRa but I found that when I felt better, I neglected that creative outlet.

‘Heidibideyblog’ and ‘hello sun, hello moon’ are about creating a place for me to express myself and learn from people who inspire and challenge me. Alicia Paulson is just one, but I am so thankful that I found her – a kindred spirit who I feel I can ‘click’ with. Someone who will continue to inspire me to create and express.

Yay for inspiring people! Who or what inspires you to blog? I’d love to hear about why you do what you do.

5 reasons why I want to blog

1. I like writing
It’s true. I love to put pen to paper, fingers to keys and just blab on! Seeing my thoughts and feelings written out in words is truly satisfying. The challenge to find just the right ones is always a thrill and when anyone reads my words and likes them?… Well, my heart does a little happy dance and I feel all chuffed.
I’ve even thought of writing a book one day but let’s not get ahead of ourselves. A blog might be a good start I’d say (see point number 5).

2. I like blogs
When I’m sad, bored, excited or otherwise I visit my favourite little online nook, Bloglovin’. It’s a bit of a ‘happy place’ for me. The blogs I follow are a big beautiful tangle of inspiration and energy. I read blogs about interior design, fashion, photography, story-telling, knitting, baking and all manner more of the things I love. I want to be part of that.

3. I love sharing
When people speak to me I love to listen but anyone who knows me also knows I love to talk! I never hesitate to tell my story if I think it will bring something rich to someone else. I love sharing stories back and forth with people and finding all the sparkly gems we have to share – even in the dark chapters (they’re usually the best ones for sparkly gems).

4. I want to learn
I’m the first to admit that I’m a bit rubbish at taking advice from other people. I’ve always felt a little guarded when it comes to admitting I don’t know something because it feels like I’m pointing out my flaws (and there are plenty!). What I’m realising, as I get old and grey, is that flaws are totally ok and – shock, horror – pointing them out means finding room for improvement and enrichment. I’ve already learnt so much from just reading blogs that I can’t help but wonder how much I could learn if I could ask questions myself and hear answers right here on my very own bloggy blog blog?

5. I am a procrastinator
Ok, this doesn’t seem very logical right? You don’t just wake up one day saying “Oh hey, know how I find it hard to commit to anything, finish anything or stay motivated? Well, I thought I’d start a new project – a blog!” But hear me out.
If I love blogging and can grab my phone anytime and post something, I figure I’ve got a pretty good chance at finding the motivation and opportunity to keep going at something like this. I would love to look back on this blog as an exception to my procrastinating ways and proof that I can be good at something for the long haul.
That all sounds a bit mushy but hey, I’m often a big mush-ball of a gal. And this is my blog. So yeah.

So this is it people… Heidibidey blog begins! (I totally pictured Batman just now – writing this inaugural post feels pretty dramatic I must say).