Our Story:

Webb of Dreamz

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Dreams of my mother have always been a source of inspiration for me. They were like whispers from the past, urging me to chase a creative spark she held so dear. Mom always dreamt of owning a business, her fingers creating unique magic with flowers and flour. Anyone who tasted her cakes knew they were something special – melt-in-your-mouth perfection with icing so good you could eat it by the spoonful. Her floral arrangements, bursting with color and overflowing with unique life, found a happy home in a local consignment craft shop

One day, she saw potential in me, encouraging me to create wreaths for her shop. Nervous but excited, I tried and to my surprise, they sold! Unfortunately, not long after that, I lost my mother. The grief was overwhelming, and with it, my desire to create wreaths seemed to vanish.

But my family, with their support and encouragement, wouldn't let the flame die. They nudged me back, their belief in me a powerful force. With a deep breath, I picked up the materials again, hesitant at first, but slowly, the spark rekindled. My first festival was a turning point. With 35 unique wreaths on display, I managed to sell 17. It wasn't a fortune, but it was enough. Enough to keep going, enough to feel Mom's spirit urging me forward, whispering those unique dreams of hers.

Every year, my business has grown. New and unique ideas bloom, and my inventory expands beyond just unique wreaths. Sometimes, a customer throws down a unique challenge, and other times, inspiration strikes, and a brand new and unique design takes shape. Through it all, I carry the love for creation my mother instilled in me. And for that, I owe a debt of gratitude to my incredible family, their unwavering support the creative ground where my unique dreams, inspired by Mom's, continue to grow.

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