bigger, better, more involved

I want to make a world. 
I want this world to be accessible to all. And affordable. And dreamy. And above all, inspiring.

I want to teach. I want to show you that you can do it too. You can make a world. You can make toys. You can inspire. You can feel good. You can make it lovely.

I'm figuring it out...slowly but steadily, after all I am first a Mother. But I am very patient. 

And I know it will happen. 

The kids are in school full time in a month. I will be using all that time to build and create with love and intention. 

 

I should put a plug in here about the class I just took from Lilla Rogers. Here is a link to the course, and I can't recommend it enough. The photos above and below are just a few of my assignments. It was infinitely informative, inspiring, and downright amazing. Lilla is incredibly generous with the information she shares. I followed through with each assignment and it pushed and pulled me in directions I would have never gone in myself. It took me way out of my comfort zone and showed me that my comfort zone was actually a whole lot bigger. It changed the way I think about what I am able to accomplish. It took a good portion of the fear, uncertainty, and anxiety to try new things away. It forced me to show what I'm capable of. It opened up the flood gates and made me a certifiable worker bee. 

This course has really had me thinking. It's no secret that I have no formal training outside of high school. (well, I am a beauty school drop-out...but I don't think that counts towards anything) It is no secret I feel like I have missed out a great deal on going to art school. I have worn that longing on my sleeve since the fall semester after I graduated childhood and was tossed into the cold hard world of bills and taxes, thrown into the deep end to figure it all out. And I am not a very strong swimmer, I feel like I've been flailing wildly for years to keep my head above water. I'm not going to get into the details of what held me back, money, lack of guidance, the same old same old. But I will tell you that I no longer feel this way in the least bit. Is it overly dramatic to say this class completely filled that emptiness? So be it, 'cause it did. It gave me this key. I can't explain it beyond that, but it was a missing key.

Perhaps it just helped me to realize exactly what I have accomplished on my own, skill wise, by pushing me so hard. It made me realize just how I have worked so. damn. hard. on my own to be the best I can, simply because I have LOVED every minute of it, and I am endlessly curious. It made me realize that Yes, this is it. This is who I am. This is who I always will be. I will never stop.

Working really hard on my own to build my talent despite my circumstances(and looking back, it's a miracle I didn't drown) is the purest most beautiful gift I could have ever given myself. I don't know why it was taking this class that forced me to reflect on this all so deeply, but it was. Thanks Lilla, Thanks Beth. And the biggest thanks to my Mom who saw what this meant to me and helped me out big time. And to my dad who helped be in ways throughout this course in ways he didn't even realize. I am the luckiest and richest poor girl in the world.  

The two pouches were designed using my creations, collections, snippets from my vintage postcards(predating the 1920's), trim from my grandmothers hankies, flowers from her apron, and that happy moon face is from The Graphics Fairy. Enjoy!

xoxo,

E