When inspiration hit...

I remember coming home and wanting something just a tad bit different, with a little more funk, and something not pink and frilly... so I picked up a needle and thread, one of my old shirts, and started to hand sew a dress. This was the outcome. And this was the picture I took when I was so excited and emailed it to Linda.

So with determination and True as my inspiration, I learned to sew and pick up little skills along the way. Of course, I also had great teachers. I am not the best sewer, but I try to be meticulous. I am not the most creative designer, but I try to come up with my own little ideas.

I don't know why this moment came into my head today, but it was a monumental moment for me. It was the day that I started dreaming and praying. Now, here I am today... still dreaming and praying, being patient and waiting on God for what He has in store...