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Here We Go...

So this is it! My first baby step into the world of blog and all that it entails! Truth be told, I'm scared to death, but excited at the same time. This blog is going to be mostly about my efforts, trials, and tribulations as I venture into the world of running my own business, but I will also throw in little tidbits about my life, my passions, and, of course, my musings. I will attempt to be funny and quirky and witty, as I want you, dear readers, to enjoy what I have to say and laugh along with me at life and its curveballs.

Shall we begin? A little background...I'm 27 years old, married to a wonderful man named Jon who is a hydraulic mechanic for an aircraft manufacturer and for the Unites States Air Force Reserve. We have a 3 year old son who I will refer to as Dono. He's intelligent, independent, ornery, and the light of my life. We have a pomapoo named Louie who is spoiled rotten but also our little fuzzbucket, and a cat named Kovu that I have had since he was 6 weeks old. He is also a lover, and he's my fur-baby through and through. Our little family is originally from Kansas City, MO, and transplanted to Wichita, KS about 7 months ago. At first it was rough, I had a hard time adjusting, and I missed my family and friends.
But then...I quit my retail job that I had been at for nearly 8 years total, and took a job at a fabric and crafts store (no, I will not be naming which one...I probably won't be talking much about it after this first little intro and I'd like to keep myself out of trouble, haha). I have always been a bit of a creative person, but considered myself a "jack of all trades, master of none"...I dabbled in lots of things (fimo clay, hemp, drawing, etc) but never got really good at anything. I started at the job, and all of a sudden the ideas were pouring out of my head for things I wanted to make, to try, to create. I pondered getting a sewing machine, because I loved looking, touching, and sometimes even smelling the fabrics. I wondered what I could create with them. After building up my scrapbooking collection, I bought a felt coffee cozy kit just for fun. After struggling with some of the stitches, I started to enjoy myself. I realized I could make these myself...I didn't need a kit! I started with felt...and hand-sewing and embroidery. At that point, I fell in love. I still do completely hand-done felt pieces, as they provide a nice mental break when I need it. My husband and I made the big decision to buy a sewing machine for me, and the rest is, as they say, history. I'm still testing my wings, working out the kinks (I haven't had a sewing class since high school!), and learning something new every single day. I'm also loving every minute of creation, of discovering, and of mastering a new skill, no matter how small. When I hit a block, which I sometimes do, I take a break from sewing on the machine and either paint, create my trinket boxes, or just hand-sew. I feel like I have finally found my passion. I started my shop on Etsy and I have been building inventory, and will continue to do so for some time. Meanwhile I just keep hoping and praying that maybe someday I will be able to do my passion full time for a living. In the meantime, I feel like I have the next best thing because of what I am surrounded by everyday at my regular job.

So that's it, in a nutshell...the reason why I am here! As time goes on I'm sure I will be sharing more, but that's my recent story and the most important elements of my life (my family and my art). Thanks for reading and keep coming back! (No, really...please come back!)

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  1. Nice intro, but that hardly touches on how lovely and wonderful you are! Can't wait to see what else you create!

    -Nina

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