As a teenager, Felicity, Floozy, Fifi or Flick as she prefers to be known spent her pocket money on crushed velvet curtains, embroidered her clothes and drank lots of Lambrini, fancying herself as a bit of a Cyndi Lauper. Following a hazy year making mischief whilst pawing through Gloria Vanderbilt's Book of Collage, at eighteen she took off to follow her heart resulting in a three-year stint at a trendy London art school with one aim: to become a Tinker Tailor Extraordinaire.

On a gloriously sunny day, the daughter of a fantasist mother and record enthusiast father daydreamed in the garden of a small mining house in the grassy deeps of the South Wales valleys. While her sister counted strawberries she drew rows and rows of clothes on a bumper pad with a box of grubby crayons and half-stared at the mountains contemplating the existence of fairies (her mother's influence).

Upon graduation she returned to her roots, got herself a variety of jobs and embarked on a series of false starts and bad excuses. In her early twenties she decided enough was enough, rented the top floor of the old village bakery and set up a workshop, making lots of pretty things: the things being collectively known as Tinkers Infinity.