WTF Wednesdays started as my way of dropping free designs for you to play with… but if I’m being honest? Lately, it has started feeling like… Kelly makes things 👉 you vote 👉 repeat. And that’s not what I want this space to be. I don’t want this to feel like it’s about me. I’m not the show. I’m just the host holding the door open. What I actually want? I want this to feel like the place where you walk in and think: "Oh… these people get me.” The ones with too many ideas. Half-finished projects. Random bursts of genius at the worst possible times. The “I don’t want to pick just one thing” energy. The kind of space where… ✨ You share something messy, and people encourage you to keep going ✨ You get unstuck because someone else said the thing you needed to hear ✨ You stop overthinking and just start creating ✨ You feel like you found your people… your "tribe" So if we’re shifting WTF Wednesdays… we’re not just changing what I post. We’re changing what this space "feels like". 👇 So tell me… In your dream version of our Creative AF tribe… What makes you stay? What makes you show up? What makes you think “yeah… this is home.” No filters. No “right” answers. Let’s go down the rabbit hole and build this space "together" 🔥 ps... feel free to use this "The Dream Awaits" design if it strikes your fancy.

I have had an Easter door-hanger project since the end of February, and it is almost finished. It’s cute. It’s a bunny. It had BIG “look at me being seasonal and decorating” energy. And guess what? Easter is in 3 days… and that thing has been moved to the bottom of my to-do list more times than I care to admit. Like… at this point, are we decorating for Easter or just aggressively planning for next year? 🫠 So now I’m sitting here asking myself: Are we freeing the bunny 🐰 or promoting it to content queen? 😏 Because let’s be honest… am I really hanging it on my door for 3 days? Or am I just trying to prove I can finish what I started? 👀 And THIS is where it hit me… It’s not about the bunny. 🐰 It’s about the fact that I keep carrying things that don’t fit my current energy anymore… …and then I sit here wondering why I feel stuck. And I have a feeling I’m not the only one 👀 So try this with me today: Pick ONE thing from your list and ask: Is it... ✨ A MUST do (non-negotiable, now) ✨ A WANT to do (fun, but not urgent) ✨ A NOT NOW / MARINATE (future, stop touching it) Then decide: ✨ Let it go ✨ Move it up ✨ Or give it a real deadline (or a new purpose 👀) Because it’s not the list… 👉 It’s all that undecided/unfinished energy sitting with it Please tell me I’m not the only one with a project quietly judging me from across the room 😅 👇 What’s your “Easter bunny project”? ps... (you can get the bunny design in @Connie Beaty Green Velvet Subscription box HERE.)

Normally, it's Moodboard Monday, but today felt different. I may still post a moodboard later, but let's go down this rabbit hole for a minute. Ever notice how the harder you try to make something work… the more it just… doesn’t? 😩 Like you’re doing all the “right things” and somehow it still feels… off. There’s a weird moment in the creative process where you stop creating… and start proving. Proving it’ll work. Proving you’re consistent. Proving this idea is “worth it.” And suddenly… Your spark turns into strategy. Your voice turns into noise. Your energy? Scattered like glitter in a windstorm. ✨🌪️ So you push harder. Because obviously that’s the answer, right? Nope. Sometimes the reason it’s not working isn’t because you need to do more… It’s because you’ve drifted just far enough away from you that your work can’t find its pulse anymore. What if the move isn’t forward… but inward? What if the magic isn’t in refining it… but in remembering it? That version of you who: didn’t overthink the color choice didn’t question the idea didn’t need it to “perform” Yeah… that one. So instead of asking: “What do I need to do to make this work?” Try this instead: 👉 “Where did I stop trusting myself in the process? Where did I lose my curiosity in creating?" And start there. Be honest… Are you creating right now? Or are you trying to prove something? 👇 I’m listening.

Rough night with storms last night. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. Tornado touched down about 12-15 miles north of us. The wind in the second video felt like I stuck my head out the window at 60mph so much dust.

Fun fact about me… I don’t just create designs… sometimes I accidentally create or share entire stories with them too 😏 Not all of them. Just the ones that tap me on the shoulder like, “hey… we’re not finished yet.” “Velvet Ruin” did exactly that. Is my writing perfect? Nope. Does it hit something real? Yep. Did I resist the urge to rewrite it 47 times and just let it be what it is? Miraculously… yes, and that MATTERS! Here's her story: Velvet Ruin They called her broken long before she ever believed it. Not in loud ways. Not in words thrown like stones. But in glances that lingered too long… in silence that arrived too quickly after she spoke… in the way people stepped carefully around her, as if she might shatter simply by being seen. So she learned the art of becoming smaller. She softened her voice. Folded her wings inward. Wrapped herself in something dark and beautiful so no one would notice the cracks beneath. Velvet. It was easier that way… to be seen from a distance than understood up close. But ruin has a way of speaking. Not all at once. Not in chaos. But in quiet, persistent echoes that say: This is not who you are meant to be. And one day… she listened. Not to them. Not to the world that mistook her depth for damage. But to the low, steady rhythm inside her chest that had never once agreed with the story she'd been given. She stood. Not dramatically. Not loudly. But fully. And when she unfolded her wings, they were not delicate like they remembered. They were vast. Dark. Unapologetically her own. There was no moment of becoming whole again. No clean return to what she once was. Because she wasn't meant to be restored. She was meant to be rewritten. And in that rewriting, in every fracture, every shadow, every scar she refused to hide… She became something far more dangerous than perfect. She became real. Not velvet to be touched. But velvet that remembers what it survived. And ruin? Ruin was never her ending. It was the place she learned