Marianne was born in Hobart but grew up in Adelaide in the swinging '70s and '80s. Shallow and venal, she parlayed her BAJourn into 30 years in Advertising, prancing round the world as a writer/creative director. There were oysters in the Paris rain and artisanal tomatoes on a billionaire's yacht. Milking the cliche for all it's worth, she got her eyebrows microbladed, owned a concept shop, penned a weekly column, and did a coffeetable book. She met her chef husband over breakfast in a swanky Phnom Penh hotel. They came home just before the borders shut to care for mum. Now they live in her garden shed with Trev (Dog), a rescue cat, and an all weather dunny.