Creative? Me? Absolutely not. I was never able to draw a straight line, cut anything without folding it first. I would make a pot of coffee and spend countless mornings reading DIY and sewing blogs. I could only hope to be that creative. Then one day the most amazing man walked out of my life. No warning, no signs of him being unhappy, no arguments.....just gone from one day to the next. After months of just going through the motions of life, get up, get dressed, go to work, function, come home, remember to eat, go to bed and repeat. One Saturday I decided to go buy some fabric and reupholster a chaise lounge I was tired of complaining about. How hard could it be? Anything is better than what it looks like now. I spent the rest of the day shopping at a wholesale fabric place - FUN! Then I came home and did it. Yes - that's right I DID IT! I was so proud of my accomplishment, but it had been so fun and therapeutic. I started going to garage sales, thrift stores, and for Christmas I got a sewing machine. So here I am now making patterns, designing the cutest kids clothes on the planet and working on all the furniture I have acquired. Has my heart healed or my love faded for this man I cannot seem to shake. I won't lie...no it hasn't. However, I am no longer going through the motions of life. I wake up everyday with a purpose. It's time I share not only my creations, but how this has helped me stand a little taller. Some days I feel optimistic and some days I feel beaten. My purpose is simple...find strength in my story and share yours or simply just enjoy my creations.