I figured it was time for a real introduction.

My name is Stacy. (Yes, the Eminem track immediately started playing in my head. “Uh, my name is… Uh, my name is…”)

I could give you the list—short, sarcastic, sassy, compassionate, flawed, funny…

…but that starts to sound like a bad dating profile.

Unless you’re single and looking for a neurotic, anxiety-ridden perfectionist with depression and hoarding tendencies. Then tchick-tchick. HMU!

Wait. Where was I? 🐿️

Oh yeah.

Life is a delicate balance of grief and joy (and literal glitter when you craft.)

Some days start out sparkly and then you get hit in the face with some bullshit—often masked as “life” or “reality.”

Both the glitter and the grief are multi-layered.

Joy can be found in an ice cold can of Coke or the first robin in spring. Shoot, winning $3 on a quick pick can feel like wooooooooooo on the right day.

Finishing projects can be both joyful and a little grief-inducing, because now there’s a void to fill. But also—go me. But…what now?

And grief—don’t get me started on this insidious, but very healthy, emotion. It isn’t always something big. Sometimes it’s the memory of something big.

Depending on the day, your favorite pen running out of ink can feel like the universe hates you. Because it’s not about the pen. It’s everything that came before it.

And sometimes, all of that turns you into a human masquerading as a ball of snot and tears.

If you want more of my chaotic backstory, it’s in the ‘About Me.’ 

But wait! There’s more! Just not today.