I’m Tiffany Belle Harper—creator, sanctuary-maker, and unapologetic truth-teller. I’ve lived a nomadic life, towing a caravan across the UK with my beloved animal kin, settling in valleys and coastal towns, always seeking realness over routine.

I once lived in a static home in a Welsh valley, surrounded by mist and memory. I’ve walked amongst people from all backgrounds—builders, poets, wanderers, survivors—and I’ve never been afraid to explore.

Community is my compass. It’s everywhere, if you choose to see it.

Before I ran hotels and guest houses, I worked closely with women’s causes and supported animal welfare centres. Advocacy and sanctuary have always been part of my rhythm—whether through direct action, quiet support, or creative stewardship. I’ve given shelter to animals and, at times, to people who needed a safe place to land.

I’ve run a bed and breakfast, designed a derelict hotel in Blackpool to twinkle again, and poured love into spaces that others had forgotten. I’ve worked in hospitality, interior styling, and creative projects. I once ran a mannequin business, crafting window displays that told stories—but that chapter ended violently. I survived an assault that nearly cost me my life. I’ve gone on to be stalked, harassed, and attacked on many levels. I speak of it not for pity, but because silence protects the wrong people.

I rise. I recalibrate. I create. Being decent can unfortunately provoke the worst in others. Not my baggage.

I’ve been homeless. I’ve known what it means to start again with nothing but grit and grace. I do not hold onto the past. I move forward, always. I love new challenges, and I’ve worked on many creative projects—from mannequin design to sanctuary spaces. I’m good with people in the real world—face to face, heart to heart. I’m not good at promoting myself, and I’m rubbish at social media. But I’m brutally honest with myself, and I honour that as a strength.

I hate cowardice and injustice. I speak out for those who suffer in silence. I believe bystanders are complicit, and I will never be one.

As I grow older, I seek to be more settled. I’m exploring ways to anchor myself into the things I love most—comfort rituals, creative expression, and the transmission of energetical love through tangible things. I curate by resonance, not rule. I believe in aesthetic agency, in choosing how we adorn ourselves as acts of sovereignty. I honour animal kinship as family. I find sanctuary in music, myth, and the realness of media that doesn’t flinch.

This blog has been a space for truth, beauty, and reclamation. It’s not polished. It’s not performative. It’s mine.

Tiffy Belle 🧡