Hello, my name is Liz.. and I am a blogger. :)

Soo.. I've always found it rather interesting to read other people's blogs for whatever reason, usuallybecause they are whittier than I am, tell incredible stories, or overall just have a more intersting life than I feel I do. I've never been one to write about myself, or to write in general, so thus you will see my rather poor lack of grammer and self-proclaimed verbal dyselxia (meaning I put almost every sentence in the wrong order making me sound something akin to George of the Jungle who got through grammer school.. buuut never really quite knew what was going on). So you'll have to forgive me, I'll try to put things back in the right order before I post.

So this first post I'm just going to explain to you .. why I even created a blog to post upon.. Although the thought of going on a mission has flitted through my brain several times throughout the past few years, it usually flitted out just as quickly. With my chaotic life (which really would have been interesting to post about at the time, considering most Soap Opera writers would have found them golden and nabbed my stories as if they weren't real life) and being in and out of activity within the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I figured it was an impossibility. But also within the past couple years, I have been through experiences that have somehow tempered my testimony to become something I feel I can't quite keep to myself, and a strength I never knew I had..

So it all started sitting in an Auto Zone parking lot in heavens knows where Salt Lake City when my Mima (our term of endearment for my adorable grandmother on my father's side) states matter-of-factly out of the blue (not uncommon for that side of the family) 'Ya know, if you wanted to go on a mission I think alot of your aunts and uncles would help you pay for it.' And truth be told thats when the gumball got pushed. I had never thought it was a realistic idea, even when it had passed through my mind before. Too many obstacles: My past. My Family. My debts. My lack of funds. My testimony. Somebody believed in me. Somebody thought it was possible for me to go, and was thinking of ways to try to get me there. So from that point on it was a thought in my head like a stamp that would keep getting pushed by events, engraining it and solidifying it more within me. My girlriends coming home or leaving on missions... Incredible examples to me. My family not tearing me down when I posed the idea to many of them (Although my sister Becca did say 'I don't think you'll convert anyone', and when I asked her why she said 'Because you're too nice. You dont judge anyone, and you have to judge them a little to try to convert them.' Lol. I love her. And if there is a reason I'm going to fail, I guess I would want it to be that one.) God helping to lead me to things that would increase and strengthen my testimony and find opportunities to make the money and find the funds to go. Its been amazing and humbling at the same time.

So the gumball has kept rolling, I have gotten two jobs and am working to find ways to make more money to achieve this goal. Which is why I'm posting. No, I have no dellusions of being an amazing blogger that people just pay to read... thats just silly.. What I am doing is entering into a contest for Shabby Apple, a company thats sells adorable and stylish, modest dresses. They have a competition going that if you design a dress and are picked among the best, then ultimately voted the favorite by the general public (a fancy name for saying, You) the winner gets their design made and sold on Shabby Apple's website, receiving a small percentage of the profits.

Any of you who know me really well may know that I have designed dresses, (evening gowns mostly) and have even made a couple of my own, growing up. I never did much of anything with it because even though I am an artistic girl through and through... my practical side has almost always won out, leaving me with a half finished Business Management degree (Bleeeeghh.) and transfering from program to program trying to find something that would fit. I have finally ended up in the Fashion Design program by way of inspiration and.. no better option. I was trying to think of some kind of schooling to do that would fit in before I wanted to leave for a mission, and the Medical Office program I was planning on taking at the local Tech school was several months too long. So just as all the regular colleges were about to start I was stuck trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I looked at several different types of classes and programs and after praying about it for a bit and get nothing I decided to look at classes again just to see if I'd find something that would just click. And I did. The day classes were supposed to start I looked at the times for alot of sewing and design classes and the schedules fit pretty well.. and it felt good. So thats how I know I'm supposed to be here, doing this. Why??? I have no idea.. I figure I'll just keep plugging along enjoying the journey, finding opportunities to learn and grow, and trusting God to do the rest. After all, he does work in Mysterious ways... ;)

P.s. My design will be posted tonight. If I could get help from all of you to check it out and give me input, and vote when the time comes I would be ever so appreciative! Thank you all so much! ♥ Me