05/16/2026
There’s a seven-year-old version of me who dreamed so big…she wanted to design clothes, make women feel beautiful, build something that was entirely, and so unapologetically hers. And for a long time, life happened. Fear happened. I shrunk that dream down to something that felt more “realistic.” More acceptable. Safer.
But here’s the thing about a dream that lives in your bones…it doesn’t leave. It just waits..
I’m in my late 30s. I have failed more times than I can count. I have pivoted, rebuilt, questioned everything, and started over in ways that would have broken a version of me that didn’t know what she was made of yet. And somewhere in all of that, God wasn’t handing me ease. He was handing me the exact obstacles I needed to build the strength to carry what was coming. They say when you ask for patience, God doesn’t give you patience, he gives you something to practice it on.
He also gave me a husband of twenty-plus years who has never once tried to rope me into a traditional path. He’s always known me as a butterfly…wild ideas and all…and I’m so grateful he’s always just let me be me and go after my dreams.
And then there’s this community. The women who show up, believe in what I’m building, and say yes, I’m in. Some days I don’t fully understand why they trust me the way they do. But my heart is so full because of it. The ladies in my world have given me the courage to keep going, expand, and follow my heart.
This photo shoot we’re building? It’s that little girl’s dream finally wearing grown woman shoes. I’m not a fashion designer, but I make women feel like the most elevated version of themselves. And honestly? That’s better than the dream I originally had.
If you’ve got a dream that’s been sitting quietly in the back of your heart, this is your sign. It doesn’t matter when you start. It matters that you believe you can, even before you have proof. Surround yourself with people who see it in you. Do the hard thing anyway. And trust that the version of you who kept going through every single obstacle was being prepared…not punished. She was always becoming this. And so are you. 🩷
