Way back in May 2007, I started writing a blog under the name Mocha Beanie Mummy. Weirdly, despite setting up with blogspot, I had no idea I was actually “blogging”. I was all “Omg I need somewhere to get this pregnancy related shit out of my head. I know, this bit of internet space will do.” It was actually titled Journey of The Mocha Beanie Mummy, since I planned to be in this for the long haul.
And whaddya know! Here I am, several years later, still splurging the random (often inappropriate) crap from inside my head. Only, this time I’m doing it “genre free”. I had
an epic a minor meltdown doing a rebrand of my wedding photog site, and realised I needed to be ME. I needed to NOT be what I thought others thought I think I thought I should be.
You got that, right?
I think people get a bit nervous talking to me, not being sure what I’m going to say. So I’mma just put it all here instead. I’m not one for “trying to please the fans” (I have none), and I sure as hell am not very good at sugar coating (I swear I am SHIT at lying). I brought all my old blog stuff with me, because at the end of the day, it’s a part of me. I’m carrying on with the same old me, but under a much more comfortable title. This space is mainly about me and my
failings skills as a mother, ex-wife, professional cellist, ex-professional photographer and a person fucked up with severe depression. (I’ve had depression since I was maybe 13, and, well just search “depression” over here and I’m sure you’ll find a ton of stuff.) diagnosed with ADHD and is Autistic! WHO KNEW?!?!!?
I have 2 frigging BRILLIANT boys – Little Small aged
3 9 12 and Big Small aged 5 10 13 (how the bloody hell has it been 5 another 3 years since I last updated this?!) – who are too good for their own good. I am currently going through a slow-burn separation/divorce (reasons), whilst being deeply in love with Charlie, my partner of almost 2 years. I have a hankering for junk food, bacon and rum, which is all too good.
Oh by the way, here in my personal space, I’m a potty mouth. I cannot STAND swearing in front of kiddos, so here is where I let it all go. I get frustrated a lot, so here is where I vent my shit right out. As you’ll discover once you start reading. But of course, if you don’t like it, don’t read it. Obviously. So anyway, here I am, no frills, no fancy shit, no crazy whatever. Full of ideas, probably none of which will happen. At least my brain is still ticking over, though.
The name’s Jay. Nice to meet you.
I’m a professional freelance and wedding cellist, and spend a LOT of time working hard at being better, all the time. I’m pretty stubborn about it, and when someone tells me “yeah, you can’t do that”, chances are that after I’ve picked myself off the floor, put my broken self back together for the umpteenth time, and told my brain to go do one, I’ll work even harder than before.
I perform professionally for private functions and events, and play for fun with ensembles and orchestras.
I knit, sew, and crochet a lot of things.
I used to be a professional analog film photographer, showing off my stuff over at Jay Emme Photography. I specialised in weddings where people are wiling to let go and be themselves, weddings where people didn’t want cheesy crap, and above all else, weddings with couples who believed in true love and happy ever afters, no matter how difficult they may be.
Curiously, it turned out that they were all couples who believed in the things I was looking for, for me.
I’m also responsible for Silent Sunday; click on something to read more about it. It’s a bit popular, which never ceases to amaze me.
Like the other eleventy billion users out there, I instagram the crap out of everything.