04/22/2026
Country Rock Baddie Collection
Sick kiddos means working late. 11pm give me a whiskey and a Zyn and I’m ready to rock. 🤘🏼
Slowly but surely all the little silver homes are coming together around these funky stones. As a maker I have two modes when working-
1. Make everything all at the same time in stages so I’m doing the same step on every piece (a little monotonous and unrewarding at times but has a big satisfying finish when everything comes together at the end and get to show more in-process content)
Or
2. Make a piece or two at a time, start to finish, then move on to the next project (more instant gratification but then is hard to resist posting for sale immediately because I’m so excited about it and want other people to be as well)
My business model has changed so much the last 2 years. I over delegated the parts that made me happy and fulfilled to strong arm into this delusion of what I thought was success. I grew yes…but so did my overhead and the problems that came with all of it. Throw in the wild ride silver has taken us all on and it was a recipe for mental and physical health disaster. For a while I had been operating at a level of survivor mode that was catastrophic to every facet of my life. The store consumed everything because I had no self boundaries. My kids and husband never saw me and when they did I was a ball of stress and anxiety. My friendships strained due to lack of time and ability to return effort. I truly didn’t enjoy anything that used to bring me any happiness. All for something I had convinced myself I couldn’t fail at. Why? Why was I even doing it at all anymore? After I pulled out of my store due to the insurmountable rising costs of supplies I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. I was devasted to admit my failure and finally gave in to the exhaustion and burn out. For so long I have lived to make other people comfortable and have destroyed myself in doing so.
Continued in the comments…
