People like to say, “It all started with one little bead.”
Well… that’s not my story.
Mine started with yarn, noodles and colored markers.
Because apparently plain noodles weren’t good enough for me. I would sit there and color those noodles with markers first…then string them onto yarn.
Looking back, that tickles me because I didn’t know anything about jewelry design, gemstones, African beads, brass, bone, texture, balance or composition.
But apparently I already knew one thing:
I wasn’t wearing no wheat-colored noodles. 😂
I didn’t know I was developing an eye.
I didn’t know I was learning to play with color and put different elements together.
And I certainly didn’t know that one day these same hands would create pieces that would travel into homes and jewelry boxes across the country.
I was just creating.
And maybe that’s the beautiful part.
Sometimes what becomes part of your purpose doesn’t arrive looking important. Sometimes it looks like a little girl with some yarn, a handful of noodles and a box of markers…completely unaware that her hands are learning a language she’ll still be speaking years later.
So no, it didn’t start with one little bead over here.
It started with yarn, noodles and colored markers.
And look what God let these hands grow into.
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