This site—yes, even this—is design.
The layout, the tone, the colors, the words. Every click was curated. Every late hour, even the ones I shouldn’t have spent, was a thread in the bigger tapestry I’ve been quietly weaving.

I've had photos saved since 2022.
Whole homes, filled with love and labor, that never made it past my camera roll. Projects completed. Spaces transformed. But I didn’t share them—not because I wasn’t proud, but because I was busy building something real. Something lasting.

And I got tired.
Not just from the work—but from disappointment. From the clients who gassed me up but never followed through. From the refunds. From the unreturned messages. From moments I questioned myself and almost gave up… before realizing I’ve come too far to turn around.

There were quiet days sitting in Purlee—my ride and my reset space—probably with fruit peels in the console and old receipts tucked in the door. And in that stillness, I didn’t just sit. I heard:

My husband—steady, brilliant, the logistical genius behind the scenes.
My son—“Momma, I’ve seen you my whole life break free and fly.”
My sweet daughter’s sounds—gentle echoes from heaven now.
My baby sister’s voice—“Excuses are useless.”
And the cheers of every client, friend, and family member who has been waiting for me to step fully into this moment.

But above all—
I give glory to God—the Uncreated One.
The One who gave me this eye. The One who lets me hear what’s not said and see what others overlook. I have not encountered anyone else with the lens He placed in me. It’s not just talent. It’s calling. It’s creation.

“I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
—Psalm 139:14

This—this right here—is my ambition.
This is me putting words to the work. Letting the layers show. And giving space not just to what I’ve created—but to what created me.

Because everything I touch… is design.
And every bit of this site? It’s the beginning of something bigger.