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We often see the polished quilts, the finished projects, and the picture-perfect results… but rarely the messy middle where learning happens. Today, I’m sharing the real side of my creative journey—figuring out the art of longarm quilting with my Handi Quilter Amara 20. Spoiler alert: it’s humbling, imperfect, and exactly where growth begins.

 “The Seeds Are Still Cosmos”

This morning, nestled between the pages of an old garden journal, I found them—heirloom Cosmos seeds, carefully saved by my father and gifted to me years ago. As I held them, the Holy Spirit whispered, “They’re still Cosmos.”

And yet, they hadn’t bloomed. Not because they lacked purpose, but because they had never been planted.

In that moment, I saw myself in those seeds—full of beauty, potential, and design—but waiting. Waiting for surrender, for faith, for the right soil.

Seeds are just flowers in waiting.
And our souls?
They’re gardens ready to bloom—when we choose to plant them in God.

Let the hard soil be broken.
Let the weeds be cleared.
Let the good ground rise in us again.

It’s time to plant what He has given you.
Because the seeds are still Cosmos.
And they were made to bloom.

The studio smells of dust, coffee, and quiet hope. Sunlight spills through tall windows onto barnwood floors, where a loyal pup naps between half-unpacked boxes. On the table—a chipped mug, a pair of reader glasses, and the weight of beginning again. Faded brick walls bear witness to every past season, but it’s the weathered mural of a blue bee in a wildflower garden—chipped, but still bright—that reminds her: beauty doesn’t disappear, it just softens with time.

Today, as I built Blue Bee ladders in the woodshop, I couldn't help but think of my Grandpa Addison—covered in sawdust, crafting beauty from scraps. A farmer by day and a woodworker by heart, he was my first example of what it meant to be both a maker and an entrepreneur. Honestly, he was my first customer. With each board I sanded and stained, I felt his legacy guiding my hands. Grandpa, I hope I'm making you proud.

Excerpt for Blog: Reclaiming Home: Trusting the Hands That Help Build

Reclaiming home is more than a renovation project—it’s a soul-deep process of letting go, leaning in, and trusting again. For me, it meant peeling back the layers of fear and disappointment, then choosing to believe that beauty could be built again—even with help from strangers. I hired professionals, not just for their skill, but because I needed to trust someone outside myself to carry the vision I could barely put into words. With every brushstroke, patched wall, and thoughtful detail, my house became more than a structure. It became a soft place to land, shaped by trusted hands and fueled by courage I didn't know I still had.