Daughterhood,  Miscellaneous & Sundry

I did a thing . . .

For months I have been considering doing something . . . and I finally took the plunge.
Guys, I opened an Etsy shop to sell my cookies. And I am SO excited about it!

You’ve heard quite a bit about Crumbs & Co. through the years, although I’m just now finding the time to grow this small business. Since I “officially” opened Crumbs & Co. two years ago, I have been constantly busy with one thing or another, at times not even living at home . . . and although I have utilized other people’s kitchens for baking, who wants cookies to take over their counters? So I never really focused on growing any more than I already was through word of mouth. Plus, there was the whole issue of never known where I was going to be — at home, or at the hospital? In my kitchen, or somewhere else? Would I actually be able to fill the order I took three months ago, or would I be needed elsewhere?

But now. Now I am free to pursue this dream the Lord placed on my heart from the time I was a little 4 year old girl, making fruit loop milk to serve to my family at dinner. I’ve surpassed selling bread to my neighbors. I no longer set up a table to sell cookies at the foot of our driveway, to whoever happens to notice while driving along at 55mph.

Since the middle of this year, I have made more than 1500+ cookies. Decorated, rolled the dough, baked, packaged, and delivered to customers. I’ve made cakes for people, turned other people’s dreams into a reality, and met some really interesting people at various events . . . which is a huge thing for this 100% introverted soul.

But I couldn’t have done it without my family. My people. My sisters, who stay up late and make me coffee and help me to package; my brothers, who are more than willing to eagerly devour my mistakes or taste a new recipe to tell me what they think of it. My next youngest sister who drops everything to do all my designing (she made the banner at the top of the page — isn’t it fab!?). My Dad, who has become a cookie-cutter-making life saver, when a cutter I ordered doesn’t come in the right size, or I can’t find what I need, or I had a spur-of-the-moment inspiration and I don’t have time to wait for shipping. My Momma who helps uncreative me make packages look appealing, helps to make a cohesively appealing booth at craft fairs, and pushes me out of my comfort zone.


Let’s just be totally honest: I have the best family in the world. And definitely the best parents in the world.
This dream of a bakery was my dream — not theirs. And yet they take my mess and inconveniences and let me take over the living room and the kitchen and still they encourage me to pursue this dream, often finding ways for me to set up and sell things.

Seriously, how many parents do you know who would let their 24-year-old daughter remain at home, encouraging her to work around the home instead of seeking employment outside of the family? And how many do you know who would encourage her to use their kitchen to pursue her dreams? And keep in mind that our home isn’t large — it’s a rather cozy home built in the 1920’s . . . with just barely enough room for all of us. Much less tables filled with cookies and frosting and boxes and sprinkles.

I’m serious when I say that I need little Amish building in the corner of our property with an oven and storage space and lots of counter room. But ’til then . . . they live with the mess. And they’re okay with that. And I love them for it.

They love me enough to say, “See where the Lord takes you! And if you fail, it’s okay!”

Guys, on those late nights, I can get pretty crabby . . . and still, they help on.
I can be downright disorganized, and they help me think it all through.
I can recite what I’m doing in what order to them out loud, just to make sure it makes sense, and they still listen for the umpteenth million time.

If you have a dream, pursue it! Especially when you know it’s from the Lord. I can think of two major dreams the Lord gave me at a young age — owning a bakery, and becoming a doctor, specifically an obstetrician (baby doctor). No, writing and editing was never on there, even though I’ve done my fair share of it . . .

I will most likely never become a doctor, but I have been blessed to have hands-on medical experience, and first hand teaching from a lot of doctors and nurses and therapists. I could easily pass a CNA exam from the knowledge and the reading I’ve done . . . and one day, I just might. Just so I have the official title, and perhaps that will help other people I know as they become sick and age and require intense care but would rather be at home instead of the hospital.

And I may never own an honest-to-goodness bakery with a glass display counter and industrial ovens (kinda contradictory to my dream of owning a farm and living out in the middle of nowhere!) but I can run my own bakery out of my own home and one day, perhaps, help contribute to a family economy while still being at home to take care of the needs of children and a husband.

My dreams were so big when I was young, and in a way, they still seem big.
I am only just tasting them now . . . and I am so grateful to the Lord for the chance to pursue these dreams He placed on my heart.

So, go visit my Etsy page: CrumbsnCo If you’d like to help get the word out, I don’t mind you sharing :D If you have a profile on Etsy, follow my shop — it helps the search engine to find my products and it helps me rank higher. If you see something you like, favorite it — that helps too =) You can read more about why I enjoy decorating cookies, and what sets Crumbs & Co. apart from every other company selling cookies . . .and then come back and let me know what you think!

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I am a 23 year old young lady who is redeemed and saved from my sin only by the grace of God. A bibliophile at heart with a love of history who desires to see the Word of God practically applied to all aspects of our daily lives -- in our homes, in the grocery store, in the political realm. I strive to put my jumbled, chaotic thoughts down onto paper -- reducing them into black and white rows, letters, sentences. Into some semblance of sanity. And I share them here with all of you, where I can challenge you, make you think, and cause you to ask questions. I am the oldest of eleven children living the country life in the deep south.


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