This weekend was one of those whirlwind projects that reminded me exactly why I fell in love with this industry in the first place. It was intense, joyful, chaotic, glitter-filled and completely magical. I was handed the most beautiful palette of vibrant pinks and oranges, perfectly complementing the stunning costumes created by the incredibly talented Dulcie Best. My job was to take those designs and transform them into sculptural wig pieces that would not only complete the

For most of my life, I have been taught to make myself smaller. Not directly. But in a thousand subtle ways. Stay quiet. Don’t upset people. Don’t be too visible. Don’t be too ambitious. Don’t shine too brightly. And for a long time, I listened. I hid parts of myself. I held back ideas. I second-guessed my instincts. I worried about what people might think before I allowed myself to dream about what was possible. Not because I lacked talent. Not because I lacked passion. But

I don’t often speak about politics. Truthfully, it usually fills me with more sadness than anything else. But these last few week have felt too significant to ignore, and as I sat creating this wig, nestled amongst deep crimson curls wrapped around a hard cap, crowned with a Union Jack inspired topper, rooted in the grandeur of 18th century British theatre and pantomime I’ve found myself reflecting less on politics itself and more on what Great Britain truly means to me. No