When I was 23 I had a lot of dreams and out of those dreams came Nelle. At that time I knew I wanted to work with brands and decided after hearing a few no’s from potential employers that I would just build my own brand, get the experience, and then land my job in brand building. What began as me wanting to gain experience and beef up my resume resulted in growing and maintaining a nationally recognized accessories company.
In those early days I use to daydream about selling my bags at Henri Bendel, participating in NYFW, and having my own showroom. I dreamt about sewing clutches with my pup sleeping in the corner while I listened to my favorite tunes. I dreamt about developing new designs, finding amazing fabrics, and telling beautiful stories with my work. Those daydreams got me through many tedious hours of collating papers at a print shop. They kept me optimistic and hopeful while I was chasing around 3 kids as a nanny. They were always there as a possibility of what might be, if I just worked hard enough at developing my craft and my company.
So in 2008 when all of my dreams started to come true I was both excited and a little nervous. And as Nelle grew and grew I was able to set new goals and chart out new paths that would help me reach a little higher, making a grab for another dream. I’ll admit that the pace was overwhelming and each new opportunity meant another day, week, or sometimes month that I would give everything to Nelle.
That’s the thing about going after a dream you have to give it everything you’ve got to reach it. Some people give it their all and they still aren’t able to make their dreams a reality. It is not lost on me that I can consider myself among the lucky ones that dreamt it and did it and for that I feel so profoundly LUCKY. That’s right lucky— Because you can give something everything you’ve got and still fall flat on your face. Side Note: IMHO, anyone who’s had success and doesn’t attribute a piece of it to luck is a real asshole—But I digress… So, a funny thing happened after I made my dreams come true, I needed something new to dream about. I’d done what I wanted to do with handbags and needed a new proverbial mountain to climb.
I’m still not sure what my next creative endeavor will be—when I asked my psychic she thought I would end up making clay beads, chuckles. So, while I’m figuring out my next creative pursuit I’ve decided to create this editorial site as a place to explore my options and hold myself accountable to maintaining my creativeness. If you’re seeking/searching for creative release you might find my musings entertaining. My hope is that Ms. Made inspires people to just go make something!