Ever since I was a kid I’ve been making my own greeting cards. I loved drawing on the front with pencil crayons and enjoyed coming up with a heartfelt sentiment for the inside. I don’t want to brag, but I had a knack for putting words together. I think my parents thought I had a gift too, as they kept almost every card I ever gave them.
Some of my finest work:
Around the same time, I started writing letters, thanks to my mom. She’s no longer with us, but if you filled a room with family and friends and asked them what they remember most about her, it would be her letters (her laugh would be a close second.) I’m honored to carry the torch.
Whispering Seaweed
Now I’m all grown up. I’m still making my own cards, with original art along with my original photos, but now I have them printed, which makes them look a tad more professional. I’m leaving them blank on the inside in the interest of versatility (for now; you never know when a good rhyme will strike.) You can see them here at Good Wares. And I still write letters, but I’ve upped the ante and am now making my own envelopes too.
Running in a Sundress
Here’s the thing. I woke up one day and realized it’s what I want to do. For serious. As a day job. Age has changed the way I look at things. For years, I never thought I was good enough at anything to go all in, to really chase it. Today, being good enough doesn’t even enter into it. Passion, fulfillment and pure joy are my guides. And even though the line between exciting and scary is extremely thin, I’m going for it, propelled by one very thought-provoking question:
If not now, when?
Some of my finest work:
I love you Mom, I want you to know that
I know you are something
than just an old doormat.
You are my dad, I am your daughter
I love you more
than a swim in the water.
I know you are something
than just an old doormat.
You are my dad, I am your daughter
I love you more
than a swim in the water.
Around the same time, I started writing letters, thanks to my mom. She’s no longer with us, but if you filled a room with family and friends and asked them what they remember most about her, it would be her letters (her laugh would be a close second.) I’m honored to carry the torch.
Whispering Seaweed
Now I’m all grown up. I’m still making my own cards, with original art along with my original photos, but now I have them printed, which makes them look a tad more professional. I’m leaving them blank on the inside in the interest of versatility (for now; you never know when a good rhyme will strike.) You can see them here at Good Wares. And I still write letters, but I’ve upped the ante and am now making my own envelopes too.
Running in a Sundress
Here’s the thing. I woke up one day and realized it’s what I want to do. For serious. As a day job. Age has changed the way I look at things. For years, I never thought I was good enough at anything to go all in, to really chase it. Today, being good enough doesn’t even enter into it. Passion, fulfillment and pure joy are my guides. And even though the line between exciting and scary is extremely thin, I’m going for it, propelled by one very thought-provoking question:
If not now, when?