Creating. It has to be the complete composition of at least one entire chamber of my heart. Not kidding. There's something buried inside of who I am that yearns to make. From the time I was tiny little girl, there has been no other form of bliss than when my mind twirls the ideas of my insides only to bring them to life. I am transfixed by the art of possibility. Composing news broadcasts with my cassette tape recorder complete with written scripts for the neighborhood kids and my younger brother, left handed baton routines as I pretended to march in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade in my front yard, animal rescue TV shows I wrote and performed in the back yard, the Fashion Plates that I flat wore out, the intricate Barbie story plots that would put General Hospital to shame. You name it. I created it.
I pay little attention to rules when I do. Rules actually stress me out. As if I'm in a chokehold, patterns and guidelines make me feel all kinds of stifled. Suffocated to do it just like the other person. Cornered. Confined. Completely defeated. So, I make my own designs up. Oftentimes, people are completely baffled and a little freaked out by this. The mind is one of the most beautiful and eccentric pieces of the Big Guy's art collection if you ask me. The way He allows each of us to perceive and perform is beyond spectacular. I see a design in my mind clear as day. I scribble dimensions on paper for a bit. Then, off I go. My absolute most favorite part is the middle. It's when I am neck deep in the process when all the vibes of awesome swallow me. Projects get more detailed and tiny nuances are added off the cuff. I was honored to be a part of Anabelle Rae Ware's welcome into this world. About a year and a half ago, her mother contacted me to design and create Anabelle's nursery. Her goal was to create a space full of frills, fluff and classic Southern charm. Being a Mama to boys, I all but JUMPED out of my skin with the opportunity to be surrounded in baby pink.
I remember us talking through the font she would like. I remember the email with the confirmation of the name "Anabelle Rae" with one "n" not two. Anabelle's maternal grandmother gifted Anabelle her nursery design. I love that even before she was born, her grandmother was already in full pursuit of falling in love with her. This Heirloom pillow was a bit of sneak peek of what the nursery designs would entail. Anabelle's mom, Angie, received it along with a k.Mac Diaper Bag Baby Bundle at a baby shower from her Mom last Fall.
The designing was everything delightful chocked full with heaping amounts of diligence & dedication. I amped bows with secret tricks, I plotted on ways to make ruffles more vibrant and boastful, I prayed for sweet Anabelle too. With each design I create, a portion of the process is spent praying over the client as I sew. I am strengthened by the opportunity I have to hand over to Him each one who seeks my design services. The work I am privileged to receive deserves my best and His hands just as much as my own.
Even Anabelle's babysitter was so gracious to gift Anabelle a surprise k.Mac Tiny Taggie completely couture to her custom nursery. Her excitement to surprise Angie with this gift was certainly a beautiful indicator of the loving care that Anabelle would experience when her Mom and Dad were off at work.
Tomorrow, February 1st, Anabelle Rae Ware turns 1 year old. I am quite certain her parents are overwhelmed at just how quickly this first year has passed. A year ago tomorrow their lives changed forever. This precious blessing swooped in only to steal their hearts in the most indescribable way. The love they have for the little girl who lives in this nursery is unsurmountable. And that's just the way it should be.
Happy 1st birthday, Anabelle Rae!