''She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis''

For anyone who has just stumbled across my work and is considering hiring me to photograph your little ones, I thought I'd share a little about myself, so you feel like you know me a bit better :)

The clue is in the title - I am CRAZY about Elvis and have been since I was maybe six years old.  It was literally love at first sight/hearing of his voice.  Both of my daughters came into the world listening to Elvis - I wanted to introduce Him to them as early as possible!  I have told my husband that if I ever fall into a coma, he must play Elvis - if he wants me to wake up that is.  And I dream of celebrating my 40th birthday at Graceland!

I am scared of the dark.  This was a real handicap growing up in the country-side where there was no street lights.  Walking a mile from your friend's house in the pitch dark, convinced Freddy Kreuger was hot on your heels, was absolutely terrifying. 

Most days I would rather go to the dentist than cook dinner.  I have tried to enjoy it and I want to love it, but I just can't get excited about slaving over a hot stove.  Baking, on the other hand, I really enjoy and reguarly deliver muffins and scones, Bree Van de Kamp style, to friends and neighbours. 

When I meet people, I read/feel their energy.  I am like Airport Security, but for feelings and moods.  Basically, you can't hide stuff from me. 

I have very strong instints about people and situations.  My husband reguarly rolls his eyes when I start sentences with 'I have a feeling...'

Sometimes I think I'm missing a major female gene.  I have no interest in shoes, shopping or expensive jewellery.  My husband doesn't know how lucky his is. 

Although I love meeting new people, I am a self proclaimed recluse/Lone Ranger.  Most days I work alone for six hours a day.  It is my little slice of quiet heaven.

One of my all-time favourite movies is It's a Wonderful Life.  It makes me bawl everytime, but I still love the moral of the story. 

I have always thought deeply about the meaning of life and how the universe works.  Most of my deeper philosophical questions come to mind at 11pm, just as my husband has swtiched off the light.  I love to meet fellow spiritual, open-minded people, and when I do the connection is usually instantaneous. 

Stockholm is my third European city to live in, but now I feel ready to move home, back to Ireland.  It's something only people who have lived abroad can really understand, the invisible umbilcical cord that pulls you back to the mother land. 

When I was younger I really, really, really wanted to join the police.  I eventually came to realise that if someone called me a name or tried to attack me, I would either cry or run away.  I would have no street cred whatsoever.

If you're ever in my company and you think I'm getting cranky, FEED ME IMMEDIATELY.  It's like that scene in Pulp Fiction when Mia Wallace urgently needs an adrenaline injection, except for I usually really need to eat.  Don't let me get hungry.  You won't like me when I'm hungry. 

I've always thought the police should use me as bait because people always confess/reveal things to me.  I suspect, however, that the police would not be very happy when I forget all this information approximately six hours later.

I don't like to visit the same place twice.  I've always said I'll re-visit places when I'm a pensioner and I have lots of time on my hands.  My dream holiday right now would be Tuscany.  After seeing the movie Under the Tuscan Sun, I just want to hire a villa with my own private chef to cook me lots of Italian cuisine.  Hmmmm.

I am a one-man woman, but Hugh Jackman, oh, Hugh Jackman...

That's all, folks!  That's me in a blog-post nut-shell :)