I've noticed more and more with comments on Instagram, that many of you do not know much about me past the work that I have created. I honestly never thought it to be that interesting, but since there has been a theme of it, I thought I would take some time to let you into who I am and how this all began.

I guess we will just take it all the way back...

I was born in Binghamton, New York, a relatively small upstate rolling mountain city of around 40,000 people. Both of my parents grew up here, and I was their first born. The city is heavily rooted with Eastern European immigrants. My paternal grandmother was 100% Polish and my paternal grandfather, 100% Slovak, both of their parents coming thru Ellis Island in the early 1900’s. My mom's side has a lot of different origins. My uncle spent a lot of time doing our ancestry on that side and come to find out we have descendants from the Mayflower and even a great grandmother several times removed just so happened to be a Montauk Princess and the real life Pocahontas, marrying the first white man in the New World (a Dutchman).

Shortly after my sister was born, we moved across the street from my paternal grandma. Having her so close was amazing. She was such an amazing woman and had so many talents. She was a great cook and taught me how to make authentic Polish food, she could bake, she made beautiful needlepoints and gorgeous hand quilted quilts. Pretty much anything she tried, she excelled at.  She also made my sister and I the most amazing dresses any little girl would swoon over and made us any strange costume request we could think of, my personal favorite was when I wanted to be a ballerina pig and she found a way to make sure I was the best looking ballerina pig there ever was. I am so lucky to have spent so much of my childhood with her so close. She passed away last year at 92 years old and although it still is devastating, there are so many fond memories that I can look back on and I believe my strong passion to create can be attributed partially to her.

My mom is also a jack of all trades for anything craft related. I feel like my childhood was full of creativity and the outdoors, playing in the snow and climbing trees. My mother is a nurse and my dad is a consultant, both of them instilled the value of hard work to my sister and I. We watched them both grow in their careers and never complain about working hard, which is something I really admire and something that has made me the person that I am. I really hit the parent jackpot and couldn’t say enough good things about those two. Their kindness, patience and encouragement was so important in my development into adulthood. I was taught the importance of independence and told to never have to rely on someone to support me. That has maybe stuck too hard since I’ve been so career focused since graduating college that I’m 30 and single, lol! But God has perfect timing, and I don’t try and ever tempt fate.

My mom worked in the ER when we were really young and I always loved hearing the stories of her day after she got home. Most people cringe at these kind of stories but I always thought it was so cool. She made me want to be a doctor and be able to see all the things she did and help others. My dad was a consultant, but the best part worked from home almost my whole childhood. This was good and bad. It was great because I don't know many people who were lucky enough to have this, but it also meant I couldn't ever really get away with anything since there was always parental supervision (which hind sight is probably a good thing).

I grew up going to Catholic school and the summer before 6th grade my parents announced that we were going to be moving to Atlanta, which I though was a joke. I honestly didn't even know where Georgia was on a map. Moving was hard, and I remember finally getting to Atlanta and just crying and crying because I couldn't understand what anyone was saying and asked my mom why we would move somewhere that people don't speak English. Looking back and now having a slight southern draw, I find this very funny.

In the Atlanta, I excelled at school and soccer and ended up really loving the move. Turns out Georgia isn't just full of cows and cotton fields like I had imagined and the "language barriers" became doable quickly. I think moving opened a lot of doors and opportunities  I wouldn't have had otherwise and it also is a much more diverse city. I graduated high school in 2005 and got into my top choice college the University of Georgia (go dawgs) to pursue my dream of becoming a doctor. So off to Athens, Georgia I went...

To be continued...