4 Simple Things that Helped Me Rediscover My Creativity

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Hiiiiiiiiiii. It’s almost like I just woke up from a blogging nap — a little groggy, some sheet wrinkle marks on my face, getting my bearings — but I do feel nice and refreshed!

I kind of want to just blab for a few minutes about creativity, creative process and some things that have been helping me step out of my comfort zone a bit. I don’t know if anyone can identify with this process I’m in, but I would really love for you to share your own experience and give your wonderfully unique input in the comments.

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I’ve been experimenting and trying some new things creatively and it’s been kind of an adventure. A few years back, I wrote this rage filled post… and then this OTHER rage filled post about Pinterest and how I felt like it was stealing my artistic voice, making me want to punch throats and burn down the Pinterest headquarters or something along those lines.

At the time, I remember feeling very frustrated with the whole Pinterest concept because I was seeing thousands upon thousands of people’s work, art, ideas and daily it left me feeling like I was a stinky fart cloud in comparison. It didn’t feel like I had much else to contribute because everyone else had already covered all the bases. So I threw a little hissy fit for a few years and lost the joy of crafting. I was very defeated. I know it sounds dramatic… it was fantastically dramatic. But it was also very revealing of a bad root in my heart.

The bottom line is: I didn’t feel like my stuff held a candle to what was already created. Looking back, I can also see that I was placing too much of my identity in the things I made. That made me feel like a copycat, a failure, and one faceless depressed crafter in a sea of flourishing artistic dolphins. I don’t know, don’t dolphins seem majestic and joyful and just straight up content with who they are? I didn’t feel that at all.

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Can you remember being a kid and just being completely proud with whatever you made? My kids love to draw, paint, build legos, build forts, etc. and when they show me something they created, the joy is evident on their sweet faces. They are tapping into who they really are and in those moments, they are thriving! As their mama, I love seeing it happen. I want them to feel that joy all the time! I remember this simple memory of sitting with my friends on the playground and making daisy chain bracelets for each other. That’s a memory which takes me back to a completely pure feeling of creativity, without any comparison, without any fear, without any defeat. Just a group of little girls talking about Jonathan Taylor Thomas or whoever and making bracelets for each other. No one cared that we were all making the same exact thing — there was just joy in the process of making something.

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I shared a little a while ago about how I was trying to break out of the familiar and trying something new in the form of watercolor. I have to admit, I abso-freaking-hated the things I painted at first. There was cringing, crying and crumpling of paper involved. Obviously, I took my supposed failure very personally, believing that because I didn’t make something perfect, I wasn’t worth much. But I reluctantly kept at it. Over time, I started just enjoying the simple act of painting. I’m finding that when I’m in that mindset of not performing, not striving to be perfect, not putting pressure on myself to make something unique and not comparing my stuff to everything else that’s out in the world, there’s no pressure and I actually make some pretty amazing stuff. The peaceful mindset is EVERYTHING. Being content with just being me brings that element of uniqueness to the things I make because duh, I’m the only me on the Earth. I couldn’t appreciate the great things I was already doing because I wasn’t recognizing my own value. I couldn’t see that, as simple as it is!

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It is such a relief to have some of those comparative mindsets starting to be severed because I can’t truly be happy for anyone else or celebrate anyone else’s art, creativity or life victories in general if I’m constantly in that state of frustration toward myself. So yeah. That’s where I am at the moment. It’s very new and I still catch myself looking to the right and the left and have to internally smack myself a little, reminding myself that I’m in my own lane. There are no limits in my own lane because it’s only me and the open road ahead!

Simply put, these are the things that have helped me rediscover the joy in creativity:

  1. Remembering which activities brought me joy as a child
  2. Creating something new, different and challenging every once in a while
  3. Throwing mindsets of comparison and defeat STRAIGHT out the window
  4. Appreciating my unique qualities and giftings which help me to thrive right where I am!

Now I want to hear about you!

  • Would you say you’re a creative person?
  • What do you love to do, make, create?
  • Where do you find inspiration?
  • How do you overcome creative ruts?

I would think most of you would say you’re creative, even if you think it’s on a minimal level. If you’re not one to identify with that, please feel free to chime in anyway! I’d still like to hear from you in the comments about what you like to do for fun and maybe it’ll spark the rest of us to think outside the box and find new inspiration! xoxo

Go Go Mommy Ranger

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Because who doesn’t love the Pink Ranger??

If you follow me on Instagram or Facebook, this post might be nothing new! Just an update on life and some of the things we’ve been doing lately.

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Summer vacation is almost here and I feel like I could dance a jig just thinking about it. I. Am. Pooped. There’s just a whole lot of running around required in this life, amirite? And the kids aren’t even in sports or anything yet — I don’t know how some of you mamas do it! At the moment, one of our cars is out of commission, so we all get up and drive across town to drop Justin off at work, then back across town to get Maddie to school on time, then run whatever errands need to be done and have a little bit of time at home, then we go get Maddie, drive across town again to get Justin, back home to cook dinner and asdl;kfajsd;kajs;dlfkajsdlkfjasdf. I know ya feel me. It’s a lot of time in the car for three wiggly children all squished together in the backseat.

And there are only so many Disney soundtracks a woman can listen to before her eyes start to cross and she starts fantasizing about smothering a singing princess with a pillow. For real. I’m so ready to trade up these running-around days for a few months at a slower pace with these guys before we have to send Jack off to Kindergarten in the fall. I KNOW, WUT. I can’t even deal with how quickly 5 years have gone by!

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Jack has been my buddy and I’ve loved having him at home with me, but he’s SO ready for school. He’s such a character — funny, charming, witty, surprising —  I just don’t think I could adequately explain what he’s like in person. People who know him will agree — there’s no one quite like Jack.

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He and Maddie want a YouTube channel reeeeaaaally badly and they’re constantly pretending they’re talking to an audience. “Hey guys! We’re going to show you our new Shopkins! Leave a comment, like and subscribe!” I don’t even know. Apparently, this is a thing with kids right now? I asked Facebook about it and a ton of my friends said their kids are the same way. I say this summer, we’ll be taking a YouTube break and playing with other REAL children. lol

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And then there’s little miss Ruthie butt. She’ll be two in August, which blows my mind. She’s definitely a spunky one, that Ruth. She loves to dance, talk, and EAT. Current loves are Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Snapchat filters, the color pink because that’s what Minnie wears, Corn Chex and her Uncle Daniel. She does NOT appreciate being talked to before she has eaten her breakfast. Maddie’s usually chipper in the morning and Ruth is like, “Maddie, no.”

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There’s no one louder in our home than this girl. And no one more cuddly.

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Justin and I have been tending to our poor neglected backyard for once in our lives and we’re really quite enjoying it! I don’t have the best track record with keeping plants alive, so this is a big deal, people. All the plants in the photo above are still alive and it’s been like a whole month. SWEET VICTORY! I’m not even joking. I have been known to kill fake plants.

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(I told Justin to look normal for a photo.)

We like to hang out back there with our basic white people strand lights and succulents and pretend we know a thing or two about being grown ups. It’s a work in progress, but we’re having a lot of fun having something to work toward together.

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Creatively, I’ve been pretty busy with my Etsy shop, which has been a lot of fun. When I’m not making headbands and felt thingamabobs, I’m still plugging away at watercolor. I really want to take a class sometime soon. I pretty much just play around with it and I think I’m ready to learn some actual technique. That freaks me out a little though — I’ve never taken an art class in my life, not even in school. It’s time though. Time to be a big girl and learn something new.

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By 6:00pm, I may be frazzled, sweaty and feeding my kids cheese rollups for the 4th night in a row — but, the crazy is just part of the package. I do really love this time in our lives.

#blessed #livelaughlove #smotheradisneyprincesswithapillow

Dollar Tree Finds Part 2: Arts & Crafts

Dollar Tree Finds Part 2 Mrs Priss

See Part one here: Weekend Dollar Tree Finds

Hello dears! I have some more great Dollar Tree finds from a recent trip. This time, it’s all craft supplies!

Dollar Tree Finds Mrs Priss Floral Tape

Adorable floral fabric tape — makes my heart go pitter patter.

Dollar Tree Finds Mrs Priss Kids Craft Supplies

I was very impressed with the selection of arts and crafts supplies for kids (…aaaaand adults who have no shame in their crafting game). That assortment of modeling clay! ONE DOLLAR for all those colors. I mean, I have no idea what to do with it, but I couldn’t resist. We’ll figure it out. I bought the beads and thread for Maddie to make some friendship bracelets.

Dollar Tree Finds Mrs Priss Pom Poms

Pom poms — again, with the no plan or purpose for these things. Ideas?

Floral Letter DIY by Mrs Priss

My recent tutorial for these Easy Floral Letters used flowers I bought on this shopping trip. I didn’t find ALL of these flowers there, but most of them! Those sunflowers, large hot pink and purple flowers… nice sized bunches for a buck. You really can’t beat it.

Have you found anything great at your dollar store lately? Let us all know in the comments!

Tutorial: Easy Floral Letter Decor

Mrs Priss DIY Floral Letter Header

A few weeks ago, I was at my local Dollar Tree and I found some surprisingly nice looking fake flowers. I grabbed up a few bunches for crafty purposes, naturally! This weekend, Maddie and I got to work on a cute idea I’ve seen floating around for a while now — floral monograms!

It’s a very simple project that only took about half an hour. It was great to spend some time with my girl and give her a chance to have some creative say in how her “M” looked.

Here’s what you need:

  • A variety of fake flowers — I purchased mine at The Dollar Tree. (Wasn’t in the mood to make felt flowers, to be perfectly honest, but that is another adorable option!)
  • 3D Paper Mache Letter
  • Exacto Knife
  • Hot Glue
  • Felt (optional, but helpful)

Here’s what you do:

Floral Letter DIY by Mrs Priss Flower Cut Letter

Use your exacto knife to carefully cut out the front of your letter, leaving it hollow.

Floral Letter DIY by Mrs Priss Hollow Letter

Trace and cut out felt to fit in your letter, then glue it inside. It’s okay if it is too big or too small — no one will see it. The felt should help with keeping the flowers in place. Another layer or two would help add a little height if you are using smaller flowers.

Floral Letter DIY by Mrs Priss Flower Collection

Choose your flower arrangement and start gluing!

Floral Letter DIY by Mrs Priss

Voila! They turned out pretty cute, I have to say.

Floral Letter DIY by Mrs Priss Little Girl Room Decor

Maddie loves her creation and it fits right in with her uber girly decor. ;)

Floral Letter DIY by Mrs Priss Sunflowers Daisies for Nursery

And we had to make one for Roo Boo too. She couldn’t care less, but I love it. :)

Have fun!

Healing Story: I know it sounds crazy, but I believe this crazy stuff

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I’m going to be real here, it’s taken a bit of stretching for me to be so vulnerable and talk about what I believe, especially knowing most of you don’t believe it. I’m not naive to think everyone is going agree when I put these pretty radical, insane, crazy thoughts out there about healing. Shoot, people tell me I’m nuts and need professional help! I’m not kidding! I’m actually used to having people not like what I stand for, what I have to say, who I am. That’s happened my whole life. I am a little radical!  But after all I’ve seen, no amount of negativity is going to convince me it’s not real. I still love people. I still believe in God. Most importantly — I’m not here to argue or debate theology, and I’m not trying to convince or convert anyone by force… that ain’t me. This is just my blog and I’ve said it before — I share every facet of my life on here. I always have. And considering how important God is to me and how I see Him involved in every part of my life, I actually keep it pretty tame for you guys, hahaha.

I’m not even just talking about my readers who don’t believe in God… there are a lot of Christians who don’t believe that God heals. I understand, I do. It wasn’t that long ago that I didn’t fully believe it or understand it. But I couldn’t get past how the Bible says He is the Healer. Even when I wasn’t seeing any prayers answered in my own life, I still heard of cool stuff happening over in Africa and I wanted to know that was for me too. I think most Christians have heard stories of healings, but we don’t see it a lot here in America. I wanted to see the Healer in action. Not in theory, not just in other countries, but in MY LIFE. I want tangible, undeniable evidence.

See, I couldn’t pick out parts of the Bible to believe anymore. If I believe in part of the Bible as truth, I have to believe in the whole thing or it just doesn’t work. I can’t choose the easy parts to go along with and then turn around and ignore, debate or argue that the rest isn’t true or isn’t for us today. I can either believe the whole book is a load of garbage or I can believe it’s completely the truth — it’s really that simple. No more picking and choosing things that I’m comfortable with believing. I believe God is good, that He never changes, that the Bible is true, but there are these parts I don’t get and that make me feel uncomfortable? Then I am the one that needs more understanding! Pretty simple. That’s Christianity in a nutshell. Growth and stretching.

So yeah, I completely believe in healing now. And I’ll tell you one of the first things that fully freaked me out (in a good way!) and convinced me of it. A few years ago, I was just puttering around the house one Saturday afternoon and all of a sudden I had this feeling in my heart to go pray for my Dad’s back and legs. At this point, I had received prayer at church for recurring UTI’s and kidney problems and had them completely disappear after being in pain and hooked on meds for 8 years, so I was open to healing at this point TO SAY THE LEAST. That’s a story for another day. But I’m being real here, I thought I was making it up in my own head. And I had no idea my Dad was in any pain or needed prayer. My Dad is not one to complain, exaggerate, or look for attention, so if this was true, it was news to me. I thought it was a little crazy that it was such a specific thought, but it was just so clear that I couldn’t ignore it.

So I called my Dad. “I feel like I’m supposed to pray for your back…” and he was like, “Honey, if God told you to pray for me, go for it!” This was so new; I had never prayed for healing for anyone. Sure, I had asked God to heal me, my kids, help me in times of need, etc., but I had never prayed a focused prayer for a specific injury and saw the prayer answered before my eyes. Never. Didn’t even know that could happen. Maybe somewhere in Africa, haha.

I went to my parents’ house and my Dad told me that his back has been stiff for years and it was just such a normal part of his life by now that he didn’t really think about it any more. Wow. The feeling was right on. So I prayed for Dad. I said something super simple — that in Jesus’ name, healing would come to his back and legs. I was so nervous! What if I was wrong? What if I was making it up or imagining that I heard God tell me to go pray for him? I’d look like a lunatic. I did it anyway. We have to be childlike in this Christian thing.

Next thing I knew, “Amen” happened and my Dad was testing out his back and legs to see if anything changed. He bent over and kept going, all the way until his palms touched the ground! He couldn’t reach past his knees earlier. He stood up and I remember him saying something like, “This is so cool…” and on the verge of the giggles. I had never seen him like that! He tried twisting his back from side to side, his back made a loud pop and loosened up right in that instant. He moved and twisted and bent down to touch the ground in ways he hadn’t been able to in years! I was just standing there like, “Seriously?? It worked??”

Seriously, it worked.

That was the first of many times that someone close to me has experienced immediate pain relief or healing in their body as a result of someone praying. I know it can seem like a coincidence, or you can explain it away saying your body has ways of naturally healing itself — yes, it does! Our bodies are amazing! But these things have happened immediately after someone prays and lays hands, after needing relief for years and having nothing else work! That’s quite a coincidence there! It’s a lot harder for me to believe that all these things I’ve seen are coincidences than to believe it was God. None of it makes sense in my reasoning mind, but my heart just knows.

There is a place for medicine — thank God for doctors and nurses and modern medicine! Don’t misunderstand me and think I’m calling out people who need medicine — no way. But sometimes medicine doesn’t heal you completely. Sometimes you need a miracle. Sometimes, you don’t want to be hooked on pain relievers your whole life, like me with those dang UTI’s. It was miserable and obviously God cared about it or I wouldn’t have been healed that day at church when I wasn’t even expecting it. I couldn’t deny God’s healing power after that day I prayed for my Dad. And I keep seeing it over and over and over and I know He wants Christians to get this and believe it and walk in it. People need relief. People need to know God loves them and wants them well and that He’s not the one that made them sick — He’s the Healer. 

So random blog commenters and even my dearest friends can call me crazy, but I am seeing it alive and active in my life and in the lives of others who also believe in it. I know it sounds crazy. I thought so too. But it’s real. It’s for everyone. And God’s awesome.