About Taryn

There was a little girl who used to fold and create tiny envelopes. She'd draw fairy folk on the cards, small, careful drawings, and leave them out for the fairies. She believed completely in the magic of the world and of sending something made with your own hands to someone who would treasure it. She still does. That little girl was me.

I grew up knowing that the best things in life were handmade, unhurried, and shared with love and often around a table. My grandparents had a little farm that we would sometimes visit. When we visited, the whole family would gather, aunts, uncles, cousins spilling out of every room, often getting up to some sort of mischief, and we'd sit at a long rustic table and eat food my Granny made from scratch, sourced straight from the land around us. It was always delicious!

The same granny gifted me a cookbook (and a love of cooking) when I was six years old. The first thing I ever made on my own was flapjacks. They're still a weekend favourite. Some things don't change.

After school trained as a chef and became a mother. (story for another day) and eventually I moved with my family to Edinburgh, where the magic of the seasons brings me so much joy! Creativity has always felt less like a hobby and more like breathing, a have to, painting, cooking, photographing a moment before it disappears.

I have always loved written letters. There is something about a handwritten letter that a message on a screen will never replicate, the weight of it, the fact that someone sat down and gave you their time and their words.

For years I thought about collecting everything I know, the recipes, the remedies, the things my granny knew, into something I could hand to my son one day. And then I thought, why not share it with everyone?

My dream is that you cook the recipe and share it with someone you love. That you pass on the remedy. That the art print finds a wall somewhere and makes someone smile. And the beautiful moments of connection in life are shared like a ripple because you connected here with me!

A kitchen in Edinburgh

Every letter is written, tested, and assembled in a small kitchen in Edinburgh, Scotland. The recipes are made here first, sometimes three or four times before they are right. The letters are written at the kitchen or dining table- I chase the sunshine, usually in the morning, always with a coffee!

The envelopes are sealed by hand. The artwork created by me, the stories my own. It takes time, and isn't that is the point.