A couple of days ago, my dear blog friend, Funky Junk Donna, left a comment for me.
"You are indeed SMOKIN'! I'm so inspired I feel jittery. Maybe I should stay offline until school's back in. Nah... I can handle it. Smelling like coconut sunscreen while reading isn't a bad thing. :)
Seriously, that lampshade is killer. LOVE that idea! I also commend you on building your entire line. Most would purchase and resell. You're crafting it all! Oh my gosh...
You will be so successful!
Donna "
She's always encouraging to me, but this comment really struck a chord. I created a line? Me? I'm not a big designer. I never went to design school. I'm just me. A mom of toddlers, who was stepping on Cheerios, changing diapers and making bottles while I worked on this stuff.
I thought about her words and strolled into my dining room/Lucketts holding room.
I had carefully collected and created furniture, lighting, linens, wall art, and accessories...I had created a line.
Everything isn't matchy-matchy, but it's all "me" and it all looks like it belongs together.
Some of it I bought...
...some of it I made...
...and some of it I tweaked or refurbished.
And when it's all tagged and arranged in my booth next weekend, every piece will have my fingerprint on it. Just like a "real" designer.
Thanks, Donna, for challenging me with your words and for showing me that I too often sell myself short.
