DoodleBug

As most of you know, we have started a small craft business, mostly for trade shows, craft fairs and boutiques.  We also sell on our facebook page.  We are hoping to start selling on Etsy soon.

I'm going to try to use this blog to share our creative adventures, and hopefully strum up a little business, or at least attract some attention to our facebook page. :)

So, the next few weeks, there will be 1-2 blog posts a week about what crafts we have made and our preparations for the festival we have coming up in February.

Please feel free to share this blog and our facebook page with friends and family,

We ship anywhere!

Sorry to sound selly... I'm very passionate about this, and have been for some time.  I would love to make this "hobby" into more of a business.  We love to do it, and it gives us good quality time together :)

Kayla

My Name is Kayla

My name is Kayla. And this is a big step for me. I'm not one to air my laundry in public and CERTAINLY not on social media. But I need to say this, as an explanation to my friends and family.

I have Anxiety.

For the last several months, I have been having debilitating panic attacks.

I feel like I'm drowning; and there is no air.

I feel like an elephant is sitting on my chest. All the time.

I feel like I may lose all of you because I feel this way.

I am trying my best to keep it together, and now I am working to pick up the pieces.

I'm not writing this because I want your sympathy, I don't want you to feel sorry for me. Because I don't feel sorry for me. I will make it out of this stronger. 

I'm writing this as an explanation to my family and friends; if you feel like I'm flaky, rude, offish. I promise it's not because I'm doing it on purpose.

I'm just trying to hold myself together.

If it seems like I'm ignoring my responsibilities, invitations, or other things; I'm not.

I'm just trying to hold myself together.

I know that lots of you need/want me to do lots of things, and BELIEVE me, I want to do those things. But this giant elephant sitting on my chest, wants to hide in my house, locked away in the dark. Alone.

Please allow me a bit longer to gather myself. Please continue to love and support me, please forgive me for being absent. And please always know, even if I'm being flaky, offish, or strange; I love you, I appreciate you and your love and support for me.

Thanks for taking the time to read this.