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My whole life my mom told me I should be a designer.

But it took a disastrous CNA class, six weeks of floral design school, and months of trying to find work as a florist before I finally gave in and enrolled in college to get my Visual Arts degree. You’d think my life long love of paper, envelopes, fonts and all things crafty would have clued me in a little sooner.

I guess the moral of this story is, moms are always right. (Although, now that I’m a mother myself, I don’t now how true that statement is. But don’t tell my sons that.) 🤫