Perfecting Your Pitch by Providing Repurposed Products of Your Passion

Truly, there is something nostalgic about listening to a ball game on the radio while I sew, paint or write from home. Although I do LOVE attending MLB games (Detroit Tigers in particular at Comerica Park), watching the bulk of the 162 regular season games from my couch at home is preferred.

Being a stay at home momma is a gift. Those precious years before we send our children to school pass by so quickly. Needless to say, my heart, as well as my hands I use to create handbags, canvas paintings and ‘words of art’ via freelance writing, both abide in my home.

The last five years I have pursued countless online employment opportunities. All making little to no money BUT I gained much knowledge in online marketing, SEO, website design, writing…list goes on. I still had this nudge to create my own online business. I knew I could attain it but to do so I had to keep trying and not just give up on it!
For the past year, I went with the ol’ reliable method of reselling items on eBay. Brings a smile to my face to sell new and used clothing items to people for a good bargain. I have focused primarily on women’s/women’s plus size and children’s clothing and have had good success and established myself thus far. Upon purchasing a pair of name brand jeans, I unknowingly bought them with a hole-in the crotch, of course 🙂 There wasn’t much I could do with them honestly so my mind began imagining what I could create from them and gave them a new purpose:

I made a purse, by hand, no sewing machine at all and I still use it to this day. I hesitantly yet more confidently thought “I can do this”…”I can continue to do this from unwanted clothing…”
My creativity exploded and I made a handful of purses repurposed from clothes within only a few weeks time. I of course pulled my sewing machine out for these and haven’t looked back since. I did however, pause. Why?
baseballgripflameAs a pitcher in baseball steps off the rubber on the mound to gather himself and make the next pitch, I decided to continue throwing my cutter fastball (repurposed handbags from unwanted clothing)-you know, stick with what works! However, I decided to add a two-seam fastball to my creative arsenal, creating baseball-inspired handbags in three different styles.

***ONLY LARGE TOTE AVAILABLE CURRENTLY, 2 MORE DESIGNS TO COME!*** (see Etsy store grid on left)

My customers can choose a main navy or red striped ticking material and then a lining color as well, which will also be pockets and top edge trim. I wanted to keep it simple yet customizable; understanding of people’s different likes/dislikes. ( I reserve the right to choose this coordinating design but will be in customer’s color choice) 🙂

Having the freedom to work from my humble abode has it’s home field advantages. Every ‘fastball’ I throw is intended to make an impression. I strive to maintain and improve each part of the creation process and with each product I make. Combining my passion of baseball with my creative outlets of design, sewing, painting and writing is extremely fulfilling.

Thank you for being here as I grow from a rookie online entrepreneur to whatever God has in store for me the rest of this season and hopefully many more to come!

Fear Not

America’s favorite pastime. Baseball.
I love every bit of the game of baseball.  I believe the passion for this game has been passed down to me through at least a few generations.  Do I want my Detroit Tigers to win? Of course!  But truthfully, playoff baseball in October is exciting to me regardless if the Motown boys have made it there.  Living an hour away from Comerica Park, I try to make it to as many regular season games as possible.  In this stadium I feel at home, safe-no fear of anything bad can happening, excited, knowledgeable The Tiger’s home field for me is the equivalent of Disney World to a child!  My happiest place on earth.
From my sophomore year I had been chosen to play varsity softball for my high school.  Fast pitch softball would be as close as this girl would get to being a professional ball player.  I held the back up short stop position, behind a senior.  Being able to run home to tell my parents I had made the varsity team was a huge deal for me.  My Dad and I didn’t always connect (I was an extremely emotional teen, whew!  I think “poor Dad” as I recall those days)  but we definitely had a sports connection.  I knew he’d be so proud of me.  I recall bringing all my varsity gear home from practice clothes to our new uniforms.  I knew I had excellent athletic ability and couldn’t wait to prove what I could do on the field.

I proved nothing that softball season.  Something inside me retreated and I mentally lost, everything.  I was a naive young girl at this time for sure, I didn’t party, didn’t get in trouble etc.  Somehow the head coach picked up on this and mercilessly singled me out any chance she was given.  I will never know why she pushed me this way, perhaps to make myself feel better, I can believe she did so because she saw I was different than most others on the team.  Anyways, her treatment of me shook me into a girl that didn’t know how to play the game.  I actually forgot how to throw.  No joke, I truly did.  And what I mean by this is that, throwing right-handed (by the way I write with my left-hand but do everything else with my right), I would step forward also with my right foot.  The correct way is to step forward with the opposite foot (my left) that you throw with.  I still remember taking time in practice to work on this.
Honestly this astounds me to this very day.  I had a mental breakdown basically from the fear and intimidation she sent my direction.  I couldn’t handle it and let that fear win.  I lost my joy for the game of baseball even, didn’t care to watch MLB on TV.  My confidence was lost in fear.
Sophomore year was one of the lowest points in my life.  Even though I was a teenager, it still upsets me that I allowed someone to crush my confidence in who I was.  Don’t let anyone cripple who you are.  Playing softball and playing it smart was very natural to me, and a girl with great athletic ability was brought down to having to learn how to throw the ball again.  We can turn that fear into positive results for us when we don’t let it control us.
Fear not.