Her studio is technically the spare bedroom, half shelving stacked with stock, half art supplies and collections. And right in the centre of it all? Rosie.
Rosie, the resident noodle supervisor, has been part of the family for five years. A rescue mix of mostly greyhound, with a hint of whippet and saluki for extra elegance, she is every bit the goofy diva you’d expect. Recently she’s taken to crying at her sofa blanket if it isn’t positioned with the correct fluffy side facing up. Standards must be maintained.
It’s safe to say: it’s Rosie’s world. Everyone else just lives in it.
She “helps” in the studio too, shredding tissue paper into extremely helpful confetti while orders are being packed, or sitting on the sofa with paws delicately crossed, casting a long-snooted, mildly judgemental glance that clearly says: you’ve been paying that drawing pad more attention than me.


