• Listen, I'm really only posting this photo today because in our weekly content prompts for this week, I told my lovely Bespoke Content Club members that THEY need to post a photo of themselves today. 'Cause people love people, ya know? We want that connection. We wanna see your face. Especially if we're buying from you. Know, like, trust, all that shebang... Psychology and all, ya know? So here I am, following up on my word... I told all the BCC members I'd be stalking them later to see if they also followed through on today's prompt... time will tell, but ladies... I'm watching! 😝⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ So anyways, honestly, I've got nothin' to say to you today other than:⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - The twins and I are painting pumpkins today and I'm silly excited⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - I miss these streets of Savannah something fierce. Did you know it's possible to crave a place?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - In my mind, it's already November, which means it's already December, which means it's already January 2021 (!). Ah, the curse of always working in future timeframes, eh?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - When is my next green tea fix coming?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - There are so many true, exciting, right things happening over here, things that have been years in the making, and I have such a giddy, hope-filled, faith-driven, determined energy surrounding it all. I can't wait to divulge more soon. But - it's all right and good.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - I have absolutely no idea what the twineroos should be for Halloween. Any clever ideas, you genius people? Must be easy/quick/painless for this mama to execute...⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - On another toddler twin note, it's time to transition those clever little people out of their cribs and this is how I feel bout it: 😳😳😳😳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - It's pizza date night tonight - oh yeaahhh⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - OH! And see you this weekend @theshadyllama⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Alright, turns out I had a lot to say - what's new? K, these pumpkins won't paint themselves - adios, friendolas! 🎃 Have the best fall-y weekend.
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    Listen, I'm really only posting this photo today because in our weekly content prompts for this week, I told my lovely Bespoke Content Club members that THEY need to post a photo of themselves today. 'Cause people love people, ya know? We want that connection. We wanna see your face. Especially if we're buying from you. Know, like, trust, all that shebang... Psychology and all, ya know? So here I am, following up on my word... I told all the BCC members I'd be stalking them later to see if they also followed through on today's prompt... time will tell, but ladies... I'm watching! 😝⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ So anyways, honestly, I've got nothin' to say to you today other than:⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - The twins and I are painting pumpkins today and I'm silly excited⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - I miss these streets of Savannah something fierce. Did you know it's possible to crave a place?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - In my mind, it's already November, which means it's already December, which means it's already January 2021 (!). Ah, the curse of always working in future timeframes, eh?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - When is my next green tea fix coming?⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - There are so many true, exciting, right things happening over here, things that have been years in the making, and I have such a giddy, hope-filled, faith-driven, determined energy surrounding it all. I can't wait to divulge more soon. But - it's all right and good.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - I have absolutely no idea what the twineroos should be for Halloween. Any clever ideas, you genius people? Must be easy/quick/painless for this mama to execute...⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - On another toddler twin note, it's time to transition those clever little people out of their cribs and this is how I feel bout it: 😳😳😳😳⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - It's pizza date night tonight - oh yeaahhh⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ - OH! And see you this weekend @theshadyllama⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Alright, turns out I had a lot to say - what's new? K, these pumpkins won't paint themselves - adios, friendolas! 🎃 Have the best fall-y weekend.
  • I used to run six miles a day. Out the front door, a quick left turn off our street & toward the ones that would take me far, right foot leading, right towards the healing. And then, somewhere along the long road of infertility, I convinced myself the roads I ran across each morning were making this road, the most important road, that much longer, that much harder, with far more bends and steep hills than I ever encountered on any morning run. Even though @nataliecrawfordmd told me I could still run. Even though she didn’t think those miles on the backroads were contributing to the miles & miles I drove back & forth to the fertility clinic I stopped running. And, while I craved it something fierce, I longed for more life within my own. And during those seven miraculous months of pregnancy, I didn’t dare run. I barely even walked. I was too afraid. I wasn’t going to jeopardize the lives I prayed so hard for, I thought. And in the two and a bit years (!) since the twins were born? I’ve started & stopped. One run strong, the next run weak. Until recently when my therapist literally prescribed running (& even emails to make sure I’m out the door in the morning). It’s the one thing in this world that makes me feel the most like me. That reminds me of where I’ve been & who I am & where I’m most definitely going. I feel my heart beating strong & fast & am reminded of all the moments when I thought it wouldn’t beat again. I feel the pull in my hips with every forward stride & am reminded of 8pm every night, when my husband would stick a needle in the same spot. I feel my ab muscles contract & remember the bruises from more shots, and then the way those muscles stretched & stretched and protected our two miracles. I place my hands above my head, forcing my legs to carry me through & remember the broken one, the way my brother rushed me to the hospital, and the way it healed, with him at my side. I think of the strength in two... two legs, two people, two babies, two friends, two hearts I miss & live & love for. Running makes me feel alive. It brings me back to myself & back to my faith & back to my hopes. You have to have a thing. Do you have one?
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    I used to run six miles a day. Out the front door, a quick left turn off our street & toward the ones that would take me far, right foot leading, right towards the healing. And then, somewhere along the long road of infertility, I convinced myself the roads I ran across each morning were making this road, the most important road, that much longer, that much harder, with far more bends and steep hills than I ever encountered on any morning run. Even though @nataliecrawfordmd told me I could still run. Even though she didn’t think those miles on the backroads were contributing to the miles & miles I drove back & forth to the fertility clinic I stopped running. And, while I craved it something fierce, I longed for more life within my own. And during those seven miraculous months of pregnancy, I didn’t dare run. I barely even walked. I was too afraid. I wasn’t going to jeopardize the lives I prayed so hard for, I thought. And in the two and a bit years (!) since the twins were born? I’ve started & stopped. One run strong, the next run weak. Until recently when my therapist literally prescribed running (& even emails to make sure I’m out the door in the morning). It’s the one thing in this world that makes me feel the most like me. That reminds me of where I’ve been & who I am & where I’m most definitely going. I feel my heart beating strong & fast & am reminded of all the moments when I thought it wouldn’t beat again. I feel the pull in my hips with every forward stride & am reminded of 8pm every night, when my husband would stick a needle in the same spot. I feel my ab muscles contract & remember the bruises from more shots, and then the way those muscles stretched & stretched and protected our two miracles. I place my hands above my head, forcing my legs to carry me through & remember the broken one, the way my brother rushed me to the hospital, and the way it healed, with him at my side. I think of the strength in two... two legs, two people, two babies, two friends, two hearts I miss & live & love for. Running makes me feel alive. It brings me back to myself & back to my faith & back to my hopes. You have to have a thing. Do you have one?
  • The past ten to eleven-ish months in biz land have felt much like this... beautiful little explosions here and there and here again and there yet again.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Breaking through the barriers, refining and defining my systems, my formats, my methods, my ideas, and my beliefs, getting clear on the path, epiphany after epiphany.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And, much like an explosion, sometimes sudden and painful, sometimes the realization so quick it felt blinding, leaving a shockwave of ideas, possibilities, and even confusion, in its wake.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ This... this is the creative process lived out daily in full force. This is growth. Evolution.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And now, on the other side of it all, on the side where the burst of color leads into a burst of newness, it feels like coming home. ✨⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📷for Bespoke Content Club member @officialpurplesage, whose fellow love of color makes me smile all day every day
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    The past ten to eleven-ish months in biz land have felt much like this... beautiful little explosions here and there and here again and there yet again.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Breaking through the barriers, refining and defining my systems, my formats, my methods, my ideas, and my beliefs, getting clear on the path, epiphany after epiphany.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And, much like an explosion, sometimes sudden and painful, sometimes the realization so quick it felt blinding, leaving a shockwave of ideas, possibilities, and even confusion, in its wake.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ This... this is the creative process lived out daily in full force. This is growth. Evolution.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ And now, on the other side of it all, on the side where the burst of color leads into a burst of newness, it feels like coming home. ✨⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 📷for Bespoke Content Club member @officialpurplesage, whose fellow love of color makes me smile all day every day
  • Red and white, with a blue border. Bock text in blue. White background. Navy blue, red text. Big. All blue. White block letters. One red line at the bottom. Some stars. White background. Blue letters. One small red line in red at the bottom. All blue. Red border. White stars. White block letters. All white, blue border. Blue letters. Red stars. All white, thick red stripe, followed by a thin blue stripe, followed by some blue letters, and you guessed it, another red stripe. Their personal names big and bold. The only single thing legible, especially at 30-80 miles an hour. Usually some stars. Sometimes the iconic state of Texas (surely only in Texas, right?) WHY ARE ALL OF THESE POLITICAL SIGNS THE SAME? What do all of these people shouting their name at me want? What do they stand for? Do they value the life of my neighbor or do they value the dollar more? Do they believe my black friends are innocent, or do they not even care for one second, do they acknowledge the racism? Why are they all the same? Bright pink, with some orange in there. White letters. But, like, cool white letters. Probably a heart or a flower shape. Big. And in clear, bold typeface: “YOU’RE EFFING WELCOME HERE!” ^ That’d be my sign. Among other things I stand for. Please take a lesson from the sea of political signs lining your neighborhoods.... stop shouting your name and your name only. Stop trying to copy the business next to you. We’re all looking the same, you know? Stop making it about you. Stop making it so damn hard to understand. Instead, quietly and consistently shout your customer’s own values, make sure they’re in line with yours, skip to your own rhythm, and for the love of eyeballs, make it look good. It matters.✌🏼
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    Red and white, with a blue border. Bock text in blue. White background. Navy blue, red text. Big. All blue. White block letters. One red line at the bottom. Some stars. White background. Blue letters. One small red line in red at the bottom. All blue. Red border. White stars. White block letters. All white, blue border. Blue letters. Red stars. All white, thick red stripe, followed by a thin blue stripe, followed by some blue letters, and you guessed it, another red stripe. Their personal names big and bold. The only single thing legible, especially at 30-80 miles an hour. Usually some stars. Sometimes the iconic state of Texas (surely only in Texas, right?) WHY ARE ALL OF THESE POLITICAL SIGNS THE SAME? What do all of these people shouting their name at me want? What do they stand for? Do they value the life of my neighbor or do they value the dollar more? Do they believe my black friends are innocent, or do they not even care for one second, do they acknowledge the racism? Why are they all the same? Bright pink, with some orange in there. White letters. But, like, cool white letters. Probably a heart or a flower shape. Big. And in clear, bold typeface: “YOU’RE EFFING WELCOME HERE!” ^ That’d be my sign. Among other things I stand for. Please take a lesson from the sea of political signs lining your neighborhoods.... stop shouting your name and your name only. Stop trying to copy the business next to you. We’re all looking the same, you know? Stop making it about you. Stop making it so damn hard to understand. Instead, quietly and consistently shout your customer’s own values, make sure they’re in line with yours, skip to your own rhythm, and for the love of eyeballs, make it look good. It matters.✌🏼
  • Raise your hand if you’ve got holiday on your mind 🙋🏻‍♀️🎄 Last week in Bespoke Content Club we took a deep dive into holiday marketing campaigns, aka one of my favorite topics. We went over everything from marketing strategies, how and when to implement, how to optimize your efforts and so much more, but a few things we continuously thought about as we planned out the club member’s marketing for the rest of the year were these points above.👆🏼 And I can’t stress ’em enough - if you’re working on your own holiday marketing campaigns right now, take some time to really think through the above, in detail, bit by bit. They can make the difference between meeting those Q4 sales goals or not. 🎁
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    Raise your hand if you’ve got holiday on your mind 🙋🏻‍♀️🎄 Last week in Bespoke Content Club we took a deep dive into holiday marketing campaigns, aka one of my favorite topics. We went over everything from marketing strategies, how and when to implement, how to optimize your efforts and so much more, but a few things we continuously thought about as we planned out the club member’s marketing for the rest of the year were these points above.👆🏼 And I can’t stress ’em enough - if you’re working on your own holiday marketing campaigns right now, take some time to really think through the above, in detail, bit by bit. They can make the difference between meeting those Q4 sales goals or not. 🎁
  • Three wishes for you (and me too) this weekend: - quiet from the noise. music turned down, podcasts off, headphones in a jumble at the bottom of your bag. no noise. no one else’s thoughts. just yours. get comfy with ‘em. - epiphanies and joy. in business, in heath, in your relationships, in your faith, in yourself. - play time. and fun. roll down that grassy hill like you used to when you were eight. hula hoop. eat the cookie dough (hey, that counts as fun in my book). color. ride your bike or roll the windows down. deep breaths. Go live it all. ✌🏼 See you Monday, my peeps.
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    Three wishes for you (and me too) this weekend: - quiet from the noise. music turned down, podcasts off, headphones in a jumble at the bottom of your bag. no noise. no one else’s thoughts. just yours. get comfy with ‘em. - epiphanies and joy. in business, in heath, in your relationships, in your faith, in yourself. - play time. and fun. roll down that grassy hill like you used to when you were eight. hula hoop. eat the cookie dough (hey, that counts as fun in my book). color. ride your bike or roll the windows down. deep breaths. Go live it all. ✌🏼 See you Monday, my peeps.