basic logo design
brand strategy + website
I don’t know if you guys have ever seen or heard of Lauren Nicole Gifts, but if you haven’t, you should definitely check her out. She has some of the cutest jewelry I’ve ever seen. I swear I could spend a full months paycheck on some of her goodies. Denise, the designer and shop owner (don’t worry, you’re not crazy. The name is “Lauren Nicole” after the designers niece) also has this pretty fabulous little blog where she talks about life, jewelry making and a little bit of everything else.
Today, she’s invited me over to Guest Post for her! As in true tradition, here’s a little sneaky peek at what I’ve written for her. Make sure you guys go read the rest and leave a little comment love. Denise has partnered up with Heather @ Theta Mom Media to bring a little live and excitement back to her corner of the blogosphere and spread the word about her fantastic products. And I know that YOU guys, my wonderful, supportive and encouraging readers, are all about helping out a fellow blogger. So go say, hi!
I’m slowly getting caught up on my 15-mile long to-do list. So expect a new post and some new photos tomorrow!
It’s no secret that being a mother (whether you work at home, stay at home, or work outside of the home) is one of the hardest jobs out there. There’s no salary for all of the long hours we put in; and aside from the beautiful children we give life to, the benefits aren’t all that great either. We’re overworked, underpaid, and unfortunately for so many moms out there, under-appreciated.
During the first few months after my son was born, I found myself in a funk. Having struggled with depression during High School and College, I found myself falling victim to something much worse than the “baby blues.” I was on my way to a major case of Post-Partum Depression. The beautiful little boy that adored his mama (and still does, by the way) was sucking the life out of me. Between the unending piles of laundry and the dirty diapers, I couldn’t figure out what was wrong. I asked myself over and over again, “Why is motherhood so hard?”