Burned Lace and Becoming

This week I remembered—again—that beauty doesn’t need polish. It needs presence.

Running a handmade business means wrestling with fire (sometimes literally), tangled cords, and second guesses. But it also means watching a scorched rose bloom into something stronger—bolder. Whether I’m painting sunflowers with waterproof paint

or editing one last Wix page before midnight, the grit behind the art matters.

Every hat I design carries a whisper of resilience. Of grace under pressure. Of the kind of faith that leaves ash and lace dancing side by side.

So here’s to becoming—imperfect and unwavering. I’m showing up. Thanks for walking with me.