The Spark

There was a time in my life (believe it or not) when I was not immersed in the magical world of fantasy or creativity. It felt like something was missing, but I couldn't understand how I could feel so close to God, yet still have a hole, a sort of void or lack of purpose. It wasn't until I was 7 months pregnant with Elora (Dimples) that I was fortunate enough to be hit with a creative whirlwind. I say it was her, sprinkling her pixie dust in the womb as I made flower crowns for her fairy garden baby shower. As I sat on the couch, belly sticking out to Timbuktu, I became engulfed with a sense of joy. How silly to have felt that way over something seemingly insignificant. Ever since that day, this creative force has never left me. Sure, seasons come and go and dry spells occur, but it is constant. I never could have imagined that I would make a living doing not just what I love, but what I ache for. When I create something, whether a crown, a photo, or a makeup look, I hope to share a glimpse of that magical world I live in. Not a day goes by where I am not surrounded by imagination. Whether it is a concept in my head, the result of the days creation, my 4 year old informing us that her dinner is really "troll brains," or "dragon eyes," or me constantly asking, "Have you seen my elf ears anywhere?!" Yes, this is a magical household. People seem to think that having children somehow makes you lose yourself or your freedom. I say I didn't find myself or my creative freedom until my fairy princess showed me the way. It is my hope that with every post or creation you see more than something "pretty." When you see my eyes - I hope you discover the soul of a dreamer, blurring lines between reality and fantasy, with a vision of hope. When you see my lips, I hope you see the passion and love I am surrounded by in my life. I don't want my existence to be a superficial fame based on likes and how well I apply my makeup...what an empty way to live. Wherever you are in is always possible to find your calling, maybe when you least expect it. Wishing you wings of wonder, and pixie dust plunder, Freckles
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