Hello! Let me introduce myself! I’m Steph!

For many years I’ve been a Wantrepreneur.  For those of you who don’t know what that is, it’s essentially a wanna-be entrepreneur.  I would define it as a person who has loads of ideas, but about zero risk tolerance.  That’s me.

Oh, I like to think I’m a risky bad-to-the-bone-throw-all-caution-to-the-wind-because-I’m-the-baby-of-the-family-and-that’s-what-babes-do kind of person.

But, the reality is…I’m not.

It’s true! I do have a number of baby-of-the-family birth-order tendencies (Hello! I am very lovable! Very charming!! AND I WANT YOUR ATTENTION!!!).  But “risk taker”? Nah, girl. That ain’t me. I like rules, I avoid risk and I typically make calculated decisions.  

A little background

Ever since I was a child, my passions and pursuits hobby-wise have always been the same:  I love crafty things.   

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ALL SORTS OF CRAFTY THINGS!

My craftiness is most definitely a hereditary trait and the nuts fell down both sides of the tree. 

That sounded awkward, so I’ll change that to say: my creative side comes from both my mom and my dad.  My mom, bless her soul, had all of us kids in 4-H the minute we were old enough to join and our summers were filled with every craft that could be concocted and entered at our county fair.  My mom had Pinterest-inspired ideas before that time-sucking website was ever a twinkle in its tech-geek creators’ eyes.  

I’m not joking, my mom once thought of an idea to use two old bleach bottles that we snipped and cut in certain areas and then we hot-glued rick-rack on around the edges and used as two ball catching scoops.  DID YOUR MOM THINK OF THAT?!  No, I didn’t think so.  Today, she is a quilter to the 1000th degree and she can sew about 18 quilts a day.

My dad is quite the creative whiz-bang himself.   Pops has this insane ability to find the junkiest, trashiest piece of antique farming equipment and he can strip it down to its last nut (man, I’m talking a lot of nuts here) and bolt and then after he magically waves his wand he has a fully restored vintage dream that looks and runs like it’s an original.  

You guys, he doesn’t really have a wand. That was a metaphor.

It actually takes a lot of blood, sweat and tears (and cuss words) to make his creations happen, but my point is that his brain is wired to do it.  Also, once my dad made his own jumper cables out of crap in his shed so that he could save a stranded motorist on a dark and snow-packed road in a blizzard. HE IS THAT GOOD! CAN YOUR DAD DO THAT?

So genetically, you see, I’ve got the wiring.  I’ve got the mom nut and the dad nut and they are responsible for this nut. That’s me.

What you might expect here

Let’s see, I’m a scrapbooker, quilter, sewer, wood-worker, painter, baker and candle-stick maker.  The last one isn’t true but I felt like I was on a roll and I like things that rhyme.  

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I like to rhyme when I have the time. 

BOOM!  See what I did there?

My mom could maybe make candle sticks out of some old laundry detergent boxes and perk them up with some rick-rack, but that’s not the point.

The point is that I am finally going to take my wantre-preneurship to the next level and thus I am hatching my company, The Lucy Bird. I hope you’ll stick around for the long haul!