I'm a single mother who lives & breathes for creating. I have an impressive amount of skills - for the simple fact that I love to learn.


Here is a piece of my story, which sheds some light on why I do what I do:
According to my family I'm a "success story"; I was a drug addict who got clean about 10 years ago. I suffer from PTSD due to excessive abuse - sustained mostly thanks to my gender and since my teens [for reasons unknown to me], I couldn't be touched by another person without writhing in pain. I went to several doctors but none could find anything wrong (or they didn't check). I assumed it was psychological so I would always seek out distractions in an attempt to forget the pain. It started with the drugs, but once I got clean I returned to my roots; art. This became my entire reason for existence. Though these distractions did not completely subdue the increasing pain I endured every day, I desperately wanted to be more and strived to give back to the world. I applied for my dream collage (and got in), got an office job creating 3D models & simulations of industrial equipment, a remote job for a startup game company, and made it a point to learn at least one new thing every night. All this hard work was paying off and things seemed like they were finally starting to look up.

Then I finally found out what was wrong with me; I'd contracted something as a teenager (over 10 years prior) from using my boyfriend's razer - during a time that I refused to take even a single aspirin because it was "a drug". I was told that I would succumb to this illness within 5 years, but probably less. So I wrote my will, signed up for life insurance, and continued pushing myself so that I could at least leave something behind for my family (before I kicked the bucket).
I'd made a post in some random group after finding out but it wasn't until months later that a complete stranger contacted me asking for my address to send the $84,000 treatment (and "cure") that'd potentially save my life. All my doctors told me not to take it because it could cause more damage or kill me... but they said I'd be dead in a couple years anyways... So I took it... At the same exact time, every single day. And man, it made me so sick that I was forced to drop out of school and quit one of my jobs.

I was cured within a few months. I went on a date. We sat shoulder to shoulder watching a movie and I cried tears of joy because for the first time in longer than I could even remember, it didn't hurt to be touched. I may have taken that "high" a little far... Haha. As such, a couple months later I found out I was pregnant - despite being severely underweight, being told I'd never have children (or that I'd die), and only been intimate once in 5 years. So 7 months later, I gave birth to a beautiful, perfectly healthy little girl who I love more than life itself.

My life truly started just a few years ago, though it only became a life worth living the day my daughter was born.


Life is far too short to stay still. I want to learn, create, love, dream, smile, play, and do every tiny thing that I can before my time is up - especially with my little girl... And making others smile truly lights up our world!
I genuinely hope that my creations make you as happy as they did for me to make.

All profits go towards giving my incredible, one of a kind baby girl the happiest, healthiest life that I possibly can. I can't do it on my own! So by purchasing any of my handmade items, you've played a positive role in our life - one that won't be easily forgotten.