It’s slowly, but surely been hitting me that I’m moving at the end of the week (yikes!), which inevitably means looking back at my time in this city. So many fond memories and milestones passed here… So I present (what just might perhaps be) my top 5 favorites…
1. An appreciation for football.
I hated the sport before I moved to Green Bay. I’ve always been a Packers fan, but never understood (or appreciated) the game until I lived in a city that lives, breathes & completely comes together every Sunday night to share something they all truly love (as I’ve come to love too). Still one of my favorite memories is the night they became 4-time Superbowl champs… absolute chaos and camaraderie downtown to an extent that will be engraved in my mind forever.
2. It’s so cliche… but getting closer to finding out “who I am.”
From kick-ass career choice (and big leap of faith), to realizing that the love of my life was by my side the whole time, and a few things (ok, maybe a lot of things) in between. Yeah, it was tough, but looking back, of course it was worth it.
3. Figuring out what I am good at, and what I want to do for the rest of my life.
My career path has had some rocky ups and downs, but in the end I am so thankful to have 3 years of experience under my belt with some kick ass 2 time successful entrepreneurs. I’ve probably learned more than I know what to do with at this point, and have more confidence and self assurance than I did starting out.
Here is where the concept of CRAVE was born and where it really began to thrive, where the first believers stocked their shelves with my creations and helped my dreams take flight. For that, I am forever thankful.
4. Meeting this little peanut and watching her grow.
She’s only been around for a couple months, but it’s amazing to see how much she’s changed already. I am absolutely in love with this little munchkin and can’t wait to continue to watch her grow up to be more and more like her amazing mommy & daddy. I can’t wait until she actually knows who I am, can say my name and I can continue to spoil her rotten.
5. Hanging out with this goofball on a daily basis.
She’s the BEST sister anyone could ever ask for and I’m so thankful for every minute we got to spend together. SO many memories made in the past 3 years… looking forward, it’s hard to imagine Wednesday nights without her (although boxed squash will probably still be served).
We’ve both been through a hell of a lot recently… and I’m honestly not sure how we would’ve made it through if we weren’t emotionally and physically here for each other throughout it all.
It really is amazing how life works… you get thrown a curveball, you roll with the punches, make some decisions, and look back to realize how amazing it all turned out. And this is only the beginning. Another choice, another move and another million memories and experiences in the making. It’s not goodbye, but see you later. A piece of my heart lives here now, so I’ll be back.
"Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened" -Dr. Seuss
These late night walks always lead to beautiful views (& sometimes breakthroughs). I love when I’m lucky enough to get both.
i recently had a weird dream, and unfortunately, part of it came true… i’m scared that my most recent nightmare including an asshole cop, personalized wedding bowl and someone cutting the straps off of this purse (ugh!) will translate or symbolize that i’m about to lose my handle on something… a marriage? or a run in with the law?
Pretty sure you learn in Marketing 101 to know your target market. However, I’ve never been one to want to be like everyone else. So in this regard I’ve always figured… I like my style, others like my style, so if I like my style and so do others, people will like my designs if I design what I like. You follow me? Basically, I design handbags I would love to carry (and it turns out others tend to love them too).
But I learned something today about the customers I should (and should not) be marketing. A genuine Crave bag costs a bit more than some are willing to pay on a purse, I know that (I also know how much blood, sweat and tears goes into each one). But just because I put them in a high end store, doesn’t mean I’ve reached the right market.
Today I realized I should be after those who appreciate handmade, craftsmanship and originality… not just people with steep pockets. There are those who are just interested in the current big thing (which apparently is an expensive plastic bracelet at the moment?) and those who buy what they like because they like it, not because society or advertising told them they should.
Don’t get my wrong, I’m not bashing those with taste other than my own. Just another successful day and another lesson learned.
This TED talk really spoke to me…
I wouldn’t be where I am now if it wasn’t for great art teachers and sewing courses throughout high school. So I went on a search to find a school in need and was touched by Ms. Sandler’s story. She’s a teacher in Manchester, Connecticut seeking money to purchase a bulletin board to display her student’s sewing projects.
Displaying the student’s work will help promote the sewing courses offered at Manchester High and hopefully get kids interested in a really fun profession =)
So I’m starting small (and hoping that this snowballs into something big!). This week I promise to donate $10 from each leather tassel sold in my Etsy shop (www.cravebycrv.etsy.com) to this cause. Any tassel, any size, any color, I’ll donate (they’re my best seller).
I’m also challenging you to pay it forward. It will feel good =) Let’s help Ms. Sandler’s class reach their goal!
So share it, like it, tweet it, do SOMETHING! Please =) Click here to read more about Ms. Sandler’s story (and others) and to donate directly:http://www.donorschoose.org/project/specially-made-by/949951/?verify=-946557306
I’m sorry I didn’t invite you to my arm party
Poor Jason Mraz… that’s gotta sting just a bit. Beautiful song… wish I could write like this
Looking rather homeless today trying to avoid the rain whilst staying caffeinated.
Finally sat down and listened to the lyrics …goosebumps