Once upon a memory

Ok I’m a mum of three kids that span a decade…all their needs differing…I work, I serve, I nurture, I friend, I love….I bet you do too???… Its mental isn’t it?…I mean life is speeding past at the rate of knots. Come bedtime – after the craziest two hours spent delegating, feeding, instructing, bathing, reading and organising – I am exhausted ready to crash… Great lets relax let’s sleep! BUT NO the mind starts racing…it doesn’t stop…the inner voice begins  ” Have I turned off the iron? Has Emily cleaned her teeth in the last 3 days? OH MY GOD I didn’t sign the note for Joe’s excursion to the sewage plan TOMMOROW!!!!

This started to become a real pain in the #%&^ as I was averaging three hours sleep a night.  I searched for answers to solve this issue…I WANT TO SLEEP!

I tried mediative music, breathing, hot tea, cold tea, head wraps, different positions, taking the dog to bed with me, taking the youngest to bed with me…kicking the husband out of bed…nothing…nothing …NOTHING!!!!

AHA there was one thing left on my carefully researched and compiled list…Memory induced sleep…or MIS..(Please don’t Google it I just made it up)..

I had my usual nightly shower turned the lights off, plumped up my feather pillow, snuggled under my bed covers closed my eyes and began the MIS process…

I was 8 years old sitting at the kitchen table at my Aunty Jane’s house in Shrewsbury

 (It ok I grew up in England). I can smell the fresh sweet scent of baking filling the air; she made the best chocolate cake.  As I look around the table my cousins Dan and Emily all smile back. A bright yellow plastic cup sits in front of me with my favourite sugar filled drink, Orange Squash. I take a sip it tastes so good…so sweet.  We chatter away and giggle as we grab at the felt-tip pens and fight over the huge selections of colouring in books. I find a picture of Dumbo the elephants and start to scribble…I stare at the tip of the pen as it leaves its mark on the page….every stroke of colour getting me closer finishing. I am filled with such warmth, love and satisfaction….A truly happy memory.

The sound of the alarm wakes me with a start…8 hours…I actually slept 8 hours..

Have a go and let me know how you go in the comments below!!!!!

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Planting the SEEDS….

So lets be honest I have not uploaded a blog for a while …WHY? Sometimes when the creative spark is firing you just have to run with it and that is what has been taking up my time of late. I am also taking some time to think through my use of social media so that you, dear reader, get quality, not just quantity. The blog is the perfect way for everyone to hear my voice…the voice behind Kat & Fox (And it’s a loud voice).

So now that that’s sorted out I s’pose I should begin. BTW I do like to think out loadcall it what you will eccentric, mad, creative or just an overall chatterbox., promise to not be too long and I’ll add lots of cool images!


I going to start with.. WHO IS THE ’ I’…well my name is Kat Rattray, born Katharine Jane Fox, hence the brand name and yes ‘I’ started this brand. Now moving onto the basic beginnings. As the ‘My story’ states on the website I was a little girl who adored nothing more than to sit and scribble, draw, colour – you name it I tried it. When my parents discovered this they realised it was the only thing that would shut me the hell up and keep me still. Back in my day we were never diagnosed with certain behavioural conditions…I was just seen as a bloomin’ annoying kid with big round blue eyes and a cheeky grin. My Dad, Mr George Patrick Fox, loved the fact that I showed promise in this area and would rush down to our local stationery supply shop in Hampton court…EKA (Still running to this day) and delight in selecting me pens, pencils, sketch pads and even paints when he felt a little more adventurous! (Cool dad award!) Mum, Mrs Susan Mary Fox, contributed to this as a Band-Aid to make me feel better when I was home from school sick, so in came the colouring and felt tip pen sets. I would devour these.

Another influential moment in my story was way back in 1981. I was five years old and we had our white, block like, 1930’s deco house painted to a Marigold (so on trend) colour by a local profession painter David (Our house ended up being known as the slab of butter). I adored him as when ever he arrived to set up he always took the time to chat and ask to see what I drawn, painted or coloured. He even shared with me the fact that he loved to paint in watercolours – very talented! Whist he worked on the house I would set myself up on the lawn at the base of his ladder (great WHS) on the rare English hot dry summer days with felt-tip pens and paper at my disposal gaining direction from above as he tried to get on with his job. I don’t know why he was so nice to me, I mean I was a pain (A BIG PAIN). If I were he I would have found the nearest bin and thrown my five year old self in there. But the best thing happened on my 6th birthday. While still in my parent’s employment, David bought me first set of DERWENT colouring pencils. My blue eyes were pools of excitement. I felt super special. In fact that tin of pencils stayed by my side until I was fifteen when they turned into tiny stubs from so much usage.

There were many other wonderful people in my childhood that added more bricks to my yellow brick road. Uncle Tom and Aunty Bridget used to love nothing more than to drag Sandra (their little girl) and I to the Royal Academy in London amongst many other places. Looking up at a massive Da Vinci’s, Monet’s all stayed with me.

So if you have fallen asleep this is the part where in 3, 2,1 you are now WIDE AWAKE and feeling very refreshed and ready for more…

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Hopefully by telling my story through this blog I have helped you to see how essential planting initial seeds can be for a young person. If your child shows, from a young age, a glimmer of ability and love for making, drawing, and painting, YOU MUST go with it. Don’t stress about the mess, its cleanable. Show interest, provide them with resources, take them to galleries, and frame their work. This all became so important to me. All that support allowed me to follow my passion and turn it into a career I love. Remember it takes a community to raise a child so look to those around you for guidance too.

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