My husband Patrick and I met one fateful night in April, 2009. We were married last summer, and we now live in a tiny 1940's brick Cape Cod in a suburb of Chicago. He is
so dear to me.

Throughout our entire relationship, Patrick has witnessed my constant need for creating, designing, and crafting, which has been apparent to him from day one. The very first time he visited my apartment, he witnessed a madhouse of projects in mid-process. A vintage chair I bought at a second-hand store was lying sideways on my living room floor, ripped apart and waiting to be brought back to its glory days. My bedroom was filled with pencil drawings pinned to the wall. My kitchen table was piled with magazines and design books.
Now, four years later, he continues to be one of the main catalysts pushing me to try new things. He lets my creative lifestyle be the 'third wheel' in our relationship. He lets me experiment with craft ideas in our home, even if that means watching the game with his friends in a 'girly' living room. He encouraged me to turn our home office into my studio. He is my biggest fan.

However, I realize that there's only so much I can do within the four walls of our little home, which brings me to the beginning of a new journey. After praying that God would help me use my gifts to reach others, to connect with like-minds, to create things that people can enjoy, I've decided to finally pursue my life-long dream. The outcome is called 'Persimmon Prints', a small business I'm developing which offers products that encourage others through positive messages and scripture.
I don't know how Persimmon Prints will develop in the long run. Instead, I'm starting each day by asking God, "What'll you have me do today?" Ideas come - one at a time. I do my best to capture these little 'vignettes' of inspiration, then I wait for Him to present me with the next one.
I've decided let go and let God take over.