Serena Kuhl – Resin Queen

When I first stumbled across Serena Kuhl on the Sara is in love with…. blogspot I was amazed I had never seen her stuff before. I’ve already written posts on how much I adore resin and make jewellery out of it myself, but this woman is unreal!

Serena makes rings, bangles, cuffs, studs, soap dishes and more out of resin and each piece is unique and fabulous. They are real statement pieces and I am just in love!

Her urchin jewellery looks like it has come straight out of the ocean and her crystals look like they have been tweaked from a unicorn’s cave. All of it is mystical, brightly coloured and very bold. There are not many companies that make HUGE rings and cuffs so she is a rare treat and I for one will be adding to my Serena Kuhl collection very, very soon.

I was lucky enough to be sent one of her crystal rings. It is purple, turquoise and has loads of glitter in layers. The process is not an easy one and takes Serena days of dedication to perfect. The finished product, however, proves just how much effort goes into this jewellery and just how passionate this lady is about her art.

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I absolutely can’t wait to wear this ring out and am sure it will get lots of compliments. It will go with so many of my clothes. I am also sure I will be writing more about this fabulous designer in future posts.

To get your hands on some of Serena’s stunning jewellery then go to her Etsy shop or look at her portfolio on Facebook

Thank you, Serena!


My reasons to love resin……

Since I was a child I have been obsessed with jewellery. There wasn’t a time when I didn’t have a necklace or bracelet on.


It was inevitable, then, that a well accessorised child would grow up to be a well accessorised woman! I started making my own to compliment my outfits when I was a teenager. I kept seeing things in the shop and thinking “I could make that” so I set to it. After years of experimenting with dodgy glues that ruined the design or just not getting the right technique, I stumbled across resin. I used crystal resin for the first time a few years ago and have been a fan ever since.

It is a tricky, messy substance to use, but the results can be amazing. In all honesty, I’m still experimenting now, but I have made some items I’m pretty proud of. Bangles and rings are my specialty and these are my favourite items of jewellery to wear. It is also quite fun to mix the resin as it is a bit like a scientific experiment with two parts resin to one part hardener. Once the resin is mixed up you can add glitter, beads……anything really and put it in a mould of your choice to harden for 24hrs. I bought my rubber moulds off Etsy and they are not perfect, but still give decent results and, because they are rubber, you can turn out your jewellery much more easily than hard moulds I have used in the past. You can even use rubber ice trays as they are available in fun shapes and are far cheaper than proper resin moulds.

The trick with resin is to be patient (something I’m not good at!) If you take it out to early it will fall apart or warp. The longer you can leave it, the better. This is hard to do when the moulds are not see-through and you have no idea what the finished product will look like. That’s another exciting bit about resin. Each piece is unique and you never know what you’re going to get next.

Here’s what I made yesterday:

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The square one came about by chance. I placed extra resin in a tealight holder and then moulded it into a square when it was still a bit soft. It has taken a slightly warped effect that works (on this piece) because it looks like a stone rather than plastic.

Let me know what you think or if you have any good resin techniques that you think need to be shared.

Light and love, people. Mimi Cat xox

Doggie day out….

ImageReecently we took Molly on an adventure to Hebden Bridge. The home of crazy creatives, duck races, beautiful countryside and amazing organic cafes, we set out to introduce Molly to as many of these attributes as possible.

We started out at the Fox&Goose – a cooperative run pub that is dog friendly and full of charm. The owners were all sat around with their dogs, playing cards (the owners, not the dogs!) and welcomed us wholeheartedly. They are in the midst of redecorating and installing more top-notch facilities, but the warm greeting and cold beer were just what we needed.

A lovely gent in there told us about the Lamppost Cafe down the road – a dog AND human friendly cafe and boutique with homemade food and the promise of a photo of your dog going on their facebook page! We trundled down and were not disappointed by what we discovered. The owner welcomed us and said that, although they had run out of most of the food, they would be able to rustle us something up. We chowed down on homemade baked beans on toast and delicious carrot cake, all washed down with their yummy coffee.

Molly gobbled up a cheese “pup cake”…..homemade dog treats served on gorgeous plates. The whole place oozes home comforts and relaxation. There are dog beds and water bowls dotted about the place and there is a huge emphasis on dogs being a wo/man’s best friend, however it would be a gorgeous place to eat and drink without your prized pooch.

Molly was a huge hit and has lots of likes on Facebook courtesy of the lovely photo the owner put up of her on their page. This place is a firm favourite with me AND Molly alike. We are looking forward to our next visit.


Light and love, people. Mimi Cat xox


Never give up…..


My mum bought me this card last year. It was at a particularly difficult time in my life, when I was questioning nearly everything I had grown to understand and trust as true in the life I was leading. It really made me think and has almost become my mantra ever since.

It is obviously true to say that everyone experiences hardship in their lives. Whether it be financial hardship, poor health or loss, we have all experienced it at one time or another. Some of us seem to suffer more than most, however. I know that I have met people who sail through life and always seem to be in the right place at the right time (even if they don’t deserve it) and others, like me, who suffer at almost every turn. Don’t get me wrong. This is not a pity party of one I’m starting. It is just the acknowledgement that life is different for everyone. On my better days I truly believe that the harder life seems the more rewarding it can be.

That seems like a strange statement to make and I know that I have tired of the hurdles and uncertainties of my own life on more than one occasion, but I also know that when I’ve experienced something positive it feels really well deserved. Continuing to fight for the life you want, in spite of negativity and barriers, is the most rewarding thing a person can do. It is when you lose the fight that life loses all of its potential rewards. I don’t believe in making your own luck or any of that nonsense. I believe that good fortune is hard won and should never be expected or taken for granted. Those of you who always get what you want and live an amazing, lucky life are not living a truthful existence UNLESS you have fought for it. I honestly believe you need to experience true misfortune to be able to appreciate true fortune.

My fortune is my family. Without them I probably wouldn’t try as hard as I do to keep jumping the hurdles that my particular life throws at me. They are my backbone, my solace and my most trusted counsel. They are ceaseless in their belief that I will “get there in the end” as I have so much to offer and always offer encouragement and a reality check when I need it the most. My sister and mum are always on hand to instill a sense of perspective in me when I’ve lost sight of what’s important. They are family in the true sense of the word. Pulling together when it is the most necessary, and yet natural, thing in the world for them to do. They have never shielded me from the harsh realities of this world, but have done their best to prepare me for the hard knocks of life and have always, always been there to pick up the pieces, even when I’ve gone against their wishes. Not expressing disappointment or passing judgement have been essential tools they have incorporated into their roles as caregivers, even when they probably feel those emotions internally at times.

That being said, I have to live my life on my own and face things that I don’t want to face at times. I will have to struggle and learn throughout my entire life, but knowing I have had the best start to life and the best support network is my most treasured possession. This all may seem a little obvious, but it’s sometimes important to recognise the things we can’t control in our lives that make us the luckiest….and the richest. Family is one of those things.

Light and love, people. Mimi Cat xox

Gypsy blood…..



ImageFor as long as I can remember I have been obsessed with the circus. Not so much the poor offerings of the modern day, but the fabulously faded ones from the past. The circuses of the 30s-50s have my specific interest and that leads into carnivals, freak shows and beach entertainment of those eras as well.

As a child I was fascinated by the animals and the people who seemed fearless in the face of those unyielding beasts. I also remember, as an adult, going to a circus when I lived in France. It was something that would be hugely frowned upon in British society, as the animals were not treated with the respect they deserved, however it still fascinated me nonetheless. I think what I love the most about the circus and travelling world is the uncertainty of it. These people, and their animals, travel from place to place in the hope that people will want to see what they have to offer. They play on the natural curiosity of human nature – the fact that people want to be transported from their mundane, everyday lives, into a world of mystery and playfulness.

Having read the ‘Electric Michelangelo’ by Sarah Hall I was transfixed by the lives of the freaks and show(wo)men of Coney Island. It elicited a sense of sheer nostalgia in me and I got butterflies. I know I wasn’t alive during the early 1900s, however there was something about the characters that made me think, for just one moment, that I may believe in reincarnation. A feeling deep within me made me think that I had once been a part of such a wonderful AND sinister world. It excited me to believe this and I was saddened when, a few years later, I visited Coney Island and was shocked to discover the ramshackle buildings and faded carnival signs. It highlighted that this was a dying breed of people and a way of life that no longer suited modern culture. With technology and amazing cinematography, people no longer need to use their imagination when they want to see something spectacular. They pay for the thrill of being transported to a digital world where anything is possible. They don’t need to woop and gasp at the tremendous risks people are taking with their lives as stunt men and women, as well as a huge team of safety experts, are on hand to make sure nothing goes wrong. It wasn’t so in the time of the great circuses of the past. People lived, and died, doing what they loved or had been forced into.

I’m now also recognising that not everyone got a choice about being a part of the circus. Some were forced into it, bought into it or just didn’t know any other way of life and so were trapped in a world where everything else was seen as “odd”. Freaks were bought into the circus and had to face atrocities – not all at the hands of other circus workers, but by the paying customers. They saw it as a safe haven where they could gain money from their disfigurement or body modifications. Others lived brutal and cruel lives at the hands of their captors. There are always two sides to the circus coin and I am aware, and have researched, both so that I don’t live in the idyllic, top hat and tails world where everything was glamorous and rosy.

It is probably the fact that circuses exude glamour, but are not all they seem, that attracts me to them. We all want to be seen as something we may not wholly be, but it doesn’t mean we can’t candy coat it. The circus is all about that – presenting something to the world that is, in the cold truth, fake. However, having read oodles of books and seen countless films and documentaries on circuses of the past, I have to say I am still a huge fan and find it absolutely fascinating to read about the things that went on. The shocking horrors of times gone by and the courageousness of the people who were involved. It is them that I am most interested in – these strong minded, strong bodied people, who lived by a strict code of “we’re in it together” and always supported each other. There were times when things were fraught, even amongst the performers, but they always came back together in the end. The circus taught me to understand that sticking to your guns is important and pursuing what you believe in is essential if you are going to be true to yourself. The perceived glitz and glamour of it is just a ruse, but the truth behind the curtained windows of those little trailers is where the most fascinating stories of all occurred.

Looking beneath the layers of something is so important in our modern world of fakery. Giving people a chance to shine, and looking beneath what they present to you, is really important. I will always love the circus for teaching me so much and allowing me to believe that anything is possible if you put your mind to it. It also taught me to be grateful of those who believe in me. They are few and far between and are treasured for this very reason.

Light and love, people. Mimi Cat xox

Pom pom heaven!

It hasn’t escaped my notice that pom poms are seriously IN right now! I remember making them ad nauseam as a child and not knowing what exactly to do with my finished products. Now I know. With serious insomnia occurring at the moment, I decided to use my time wisely and get crafty. Having bought a pom pom headband from ASOS for about £10 I realised I was missing a trick by not making my own. I have a craft box that is fit to bursting, enough glitter to make a unicorns lair look naff and plenty of ideas. Where headbands ended, rings began and here is just the start of, what I hope, will be pom pom heaven! Please excuse my less than glamorous self. Blame the aforementioned insomnia!





I’ll post more as I create, but I feel very happy at that start! Let me know if anyone wants any pom pom action and I’ll make you your very own.

Light and love, people. Mimi Cat xox

Happiness is…..



There’s an advert on television at the moment where the narrator asks what it means to be happy. It is a very interesting question and one that has no right or wrong answer. Happiness means so many different things to different people. There are those for whom it means a fleeting moment of intense joy, others who are happiest when they are with people they love and then there are those who are unsure if they have ever been truly happy. These are the more interesting answers that people can provide.

I think it is fascinating to understand the human mind. It is something I know very little about and struggle to understand on a regular basis. How can we all be considered human beings when we all feel such different emotions and struggle to understand the emotions of others?

If you think about it, when was the last time you felt truly happy? That’s probably the toughest question you’ll be asked today as it has no singular answer. There is no formula to work out or tangible evidence to suggest that at this moment, on this date, you felt happiness. It is merely how your memory lets you believe this was what happened. For me, the last time I was happy (as an adult) was when the following things happened:

  • I was sat at the Basilica, in the sunshine, whilst living in Lyon and I remember thinking “this is my life. I can do anything with it” and I felt blissfully happy
  • I walked out of various loveless relationships
  • I snuggled my puppy on the sofa while she fell asleep
  • I stroked my cat, concentrating on his contented purrs until I felt at peace

These are all such different experiences of happiness and yet they all felt as powerful as each other, at that moment. I think, in all honesty, happiness is what you make of it and nothing else. There’s no mystery to it. It isn’t a tangle of emotions waiting to be untangled by knowing fingers. It is yours, alone, even if you experience it with someone else. Neither of you will feel exactly the same thing within that moment. For those of you who think they have never or will never again feel happiness, know this. Happiness is like beauty – it is in the eyes of the beholder. Sometimes you may look back on your life and realise how much happier you were once compared to now. We probably all need to stop worrying about being happy and just BE. When I’m miserable I know I’m the only one who can change that. Stop concentrating on what you don’t feel and concentrate on what you DO feel. Then you can make better decisions on what you need to change about yourself or your life to be the person you want to be. Knowing yourself can be happiness enough.

Light and love, people. Mimi Cat xox