03/11/2026
One of the unexpected gifts of starting my jewelry business has been something I never saw coming.
Creativity is the only word I have for it, but it's something so much deeper than that.
Not just building a business.
Not just selling jewelry.
But getting to play with color, texture, and style every single day.
And strangely… it takes me all the way back to elementary school.
I can still remember how much I loved the days we got to color.
If the teacher passed out a coloring sheet?
Best day ever.
If we got to free-color?
Even better.
And art class days felt like a little holiday.
I remember the smell of crayons.
Opening a fresh box.
Deciding which colors went together.
I loved it.
But I also remember something else.
As we went up in grade level… the coloring went down.
By fourth grade, we hardly did it anymore.
And I remember actually thinking about that back then.
Sitting there in school sad inside saying to myself,
“We don’t get to color much anymore.”
And it made me sad.
Not dramatic sad.
But that quiet little kid sadness when something joyful slowly disappears...because we'd grown "too old for it."
By fifth grade it was even less.
More worksheets.
More seriousness.
Less color.
And I think a lot of us slowly packed that creative part of ourselves away without even realizing it. Not because we wanted to, but because we were MADE TO.
Today, even though I'm wearing simple silver (which was one of my favorite crayons in the box, btw), I wonder how many other grown women out there have a creative part of their heart that’s just been sitting quietly… waiting for a way to come back out.