“Hands down, the best boss I’ve ever had”
“Without a doubt, my favourite child”
Sandy, Shannon’s mum
“Babe, did you eat all the peanut butter again?”
Linken, Shannon’s husband
I’m Shannon, reality TV addict and mac n cheese connoisseur who is just white-knuckling my way through motherhood. I can’t wear white cos I’ll definitely spill food on myself, but also because I think I’d look like I’m in a tampon commercial and I always say the wrong thing (see tampon related statement).
I believe karma is real and Tupac is still alive. I have an irrational fear of clowns and speaking on the phone.
I also have clinical depression.
You: “Shannon what the f*ck, that got dark real quick”
Me: “Did I mention I have social anxiety too?”
By all accounts on the outside I present like a bubbly, confident and I might even go as far as to say outgoing person. Truth is, that is a lie. Without my incredible support system of my family and beautiful friends I’d pretty much never want to leave the house. Running TPP forces me to get out of my comfort zone on every level and take responsibility for my mental health.
I grew up on the mean streets of an upper middle class home with loving parents and great friends whilst attending the most ghetto private school in Perth where I got pretty decent grades. Ooffffttt. #gangster
At some point in high school my crippling self doubt and super low self esteem really crept in and got the better of me and held me back from really pushing myself to my full potential. I didn’t really know what I wanted to do with my life and the thought of going to uni terrified me, so I chose beauty therapy because I loved the thought of being able to make people feel good about themselves and thought it would be easy, however after a few years of clipping toenails and scraping wax and pubes of salon floors I’d had enough and wanted maximum return for the least amount of effort. HELLOOOOOOOOO admin roles! Turns out, working a job you hate for someone you mildly tolerate is a sure fire way to slowly murder your soul.
After a few tricky years when my depression was at its worst, I finally grew the balls to start my own business as I realised I was going to wake up one day and think “what the f*ck have I done with my life”?
It started out with granola. yep, the shit you put on your yoghurt. I had been making my own for years and people in the office would comment on how good it looked and asked to buy some and eventually my granola was being served in cafes in Perth and sold through the online store.
You: “Yeah but you sell candles Shannon, you dipshit, not granola.”
Well whilst I was working a full time admin job, doing freelance makeup on weekends (turns out the Beauty Therapy Diploma came in handy after all) AND running a granola business, my best friend and I would have candle making days in our kitchens where we would recycle glass jars and make loads of candles for ourselves. I gave one to a cafe that stocked my granola as a gift and they loved it so much they asked if they could stock the candles too and it just snowballed from there.
Pretty soon I was essentially running two businesses, candles and granola under one name and still working full time and freelance so was spread pretty thin and had to make a choice between the two, so given candles was my creative outlet I went with them!
Starting and running a small business is no easy feat. It’s long hours. It’s pretty much making no money and the money you do make goes back in to the business. It can sometimes be a lot of rejection. But, if you love and believe in what you’re doing, offer something different and are willing to put in the hard yards, then over time people will start to believe in you and what you’re doing. There are days even now that I feel like a fraud, and not good enough. I have a real hard time accepting compliments.
My greatest lessons in business ironically have come from my biggest mistakes along the way.
I know that I created this all by myself. Little old me that was too scared to ever try hard in case I failed.
I now tell myself that I did alright.
And one day I’ll be able to look my daughter in the eyes and tell her she can do whatever she wants if she tries hard enough and that making mistakes is ok.
From the bottom of my heart, thanks for supporting my small biz!
Prep Queen / Don’t trust a Sara with no ‘h’
“I didn’t choose the thug life, the thug life chose me”
Hype Girl / Just here for the lols
“Imma bad bitch, no muzzle”
Yep, there’s two Hayleys / Sweatshop employee
“Thunder only happens when it’s raining.
Players only love you when they’re playing”
Occasional Delivery Boy / He swears these are mens shorts
“I don’t think you’re ready, for this jelly”
Quality Control / Head of Security
“I woke up like this”
Pretty much just a potato with eyes
“I’m working for milk. Don’t tell the union.”
The Dream Team
None of this would be possible without the help of these fellow small businesses:
WORD ON THE STREET…
“For a small business, it has such a huge impact! Where else can you buy something to treat yourself that not only smells great, can make you laugh and gives back to the community through charitable donations plus recycles! If society thought more about who it invested in, supporting amazing companies like this, 2020 would be a walk in the park!”
“Just love the original and clever names of all the flavours, plus love that you support charities”
“I love the no f*cks given emails, I always read them just for the lols”
“It was love at first smell”
“I truly haven’t fallen in love with a candle brand like this for a while, honestly, the Melbourne scent is incredible and beats a lot of Diptyque and Maison Balzac scents!”
“Love, love, LOVE! Can’t wait to buy more”
“Mandatory candle ownership. Nothing compares. Do yourself a favour, your home, your friends a favour”
“The gingerbread candle has made my new house, four hours from my family, into a home”
“I’ve found it. The greatest candle ever made”
“Holy moly, these lil’ suckers are a candle-y game changer!
I can’t decide what I love more: the simple, on-trend, minimalist branding which speaks my (sassy) Love Language; the heavenly scents – with just a hint of ‘f*ck you’ vibes – that are so damn good I actually drooled into the Lemon Meringue Pie candle (#truestory); or the fact that a portion of each order goes to a deserving charity of my choice.
You may regret buying lots of things online – like that faux fur coat from eBay or some dodgy fake tan from Brazil – but stocking up on alllll the rad AF candles from The Prospect Project won’t be one of them.
Bravo, team. BRA-vo. *slow clap*”
“Beyond expectation. Not only do they smell incredibly divine but they look so fabulous! Thank you thank you thank you!”
“Would it be acceptable to eat this?”
“Everyone loves unicorns right?”
“If this is what unicorn poo really smells like I want to bathe in it”
“After burning this to the bottom I can confidently say that if I had a pet unicorn I’d let it poo inside.”
“This amazing candle came today, I’m obsessed”
“I NEED MORE OF THESE CANDLES IN MY LIFE”