The B's Wax has always been in the back of my mind. It has taken many shapes and forms through out the years, but has always been there. Waiting for the day to burst forth, to be set free in the world. Though the day has not yet come, the way has. I am currently working for an antiques and gift boutique in a small town. I was hired to breathe new life into a once booming boutique, which in recent years has fallen to the wayside.
So far, it has been fun/tedious/exhausting/frustrating/exhilerating. I have wanted to quit at least three times and have driven home in tears on one occasion. I wonder how can my dream ever start from the clutter of countless knick-knacks and bad 80's florescent panel lights? Can it really begin in this place, this boutique? Even though it has been the most challenging and draining job I have ever done, I can not wait for Monday to roll around. In the end, I will never stop loving to design with my hands and creating new ways to inspire with my mind and heart.