Last month, I participated in The Nester’s #31Days for the first time! My series was titled Letters to the Unthanked and I published a blog post ALL 31 days of October. From Day 1, I knew#31Days was going to be a BIG challenge and learning experience. So I started this post and documented a lesson learned every day. It was all real time and I think it’s interesting that there’s little redundancy. #31Days is like a marathon, there’s something new around every corner!

So let’s get to it! 31 Lessons From #31Days…

DAY 1: Do your landing page right the first time.

I published my introduction post on September 30th knowing it was going to serve as the series landing page on my blog. For some reason, I was under the impression that we we would be linking-up at the Nester’s site every day during the series. When I read the Nester’s instructions and discovered my landing page was the ONLY post I’d link-up at her site, it really changed my perspective. (Consequently, I made edits to my landing page on Day 2, and then went in again to make some final edits on Day 31.)

DAY 2: If you have a day job, leave enough time to get your posts published and up on social media sites before you head out for work.

This morning, I had my alarm set 20 minutes earlier than normal to get my #31Days post online before a long day of work, but my baby woke up before the alarm went off and my oldest daughter woke up feeling sick. Between those two unexpected interruptions, it took me 45 minutes to complete the tasks. (From then on out, I left 40-45 minutes to do my final edits, get the post published and up on Twitter and Facebook before work. This lesson is, of course, null and void if you schedule all of your posts and tweets.)

DAY 3: If you’re doing a faith, inspirational, or self-improvement series, prepare to get emotional.

Writing today’s post brought me to tears while writing and editing. Depending on the topic of your series, #31Days can be serious heart and soul work. Also note, a bit of writing fatigue already started to set in today.

DAY 4: Prepare for the best and worst, and the worst might happen.

My niece was admitted to the hospital at 12:30 a.m. today. I met my sister and niece at the hospital when they arrived via ambulance, and was there most of the day. Luckily, I wrote today’s post last night, so all I had to do was publish it at 6:30 in the morning before I went to sleep. Had I not written the post last night, today’s post would have been non-existent.

DAY 5: There will be setbacks, but worry not.

Because of my niece’s hospitalization, I only got 2 hours of sleep and spent all day at the hospital yesterday. I went to bed at 8:00 last night, so I missed my late night writing time. I had a lady’s breakfast out this morning and another visit to the hospital this afternoon, so I didn’t get today’s post published until 6:15 p.m. The tight timeline made me a little edgy, but in my sleepless state, I wrote from the heart. It was all good and turned out to be a great post!

DAY 6: If you’re twiddling your thumbs before the #31days series starts, go ahead and start writing – a little.

The bloggers who posted on Twitter that they’d written posts before #31Days even started were making me anxious. But now I see the advantage of writing ahead. Right about now, it would be nice to have a post or two written in advance. I’m staying afloat, but with the hospital setback, I’m still behind on posts. I still think part of the challenge of #31Days is writing as you go, so personally, I’d never want to write the whole series ahead of time.

DAY 7: Read other 31 Dayers’ posts. Share the love through tweets, retweets, favorites, shares, likes, messages, emails, and comments.

It’s challenging to find time to read other 31 Dayers’ posts, but focus on a few you find interesting and read as you’re able. It’s really encouraging to receive feedback from others participating in the series.

DAY 8: Make sure you get exercise.

I’m feeling physically and mentally exhausted from being a wife, mom, private practice owner/speech-language pathologist, and full-time blogger. That, paired with one kid who’s sick enough she can’t go to child care at the fitness center makes for little exercise for me. Make sure you’re getting enough exercise to combat all that sitting & writing.

DAY 9: When you plan your series, intersperse light posts among heavy ones, so you can switch the order of your posts at the drop of a hat.

I wasn’t feeling well last night, but forced myself to stay up late to start my post for today. I wanted to give today’s post my full attention, so kept at it again this morning even though I still didn’t feel well. After I got the post published, I reordered my posts a bit so I tomorrow’s post is light-hearted and easier to write. That gives me time to rest when I need it most.

DAY 10: Expect to experience a little setback if you’re sick.

Moving my posts around a bit yesterday freed me up to rest and write a short post for today. I felt better during the day, but by evening, I felt horrible again. I was in bed by 7:00 p.m., sleeping by 10:00 p.m. Tomorrow’s post will have to wait until tomorrow.

DAY 11: Be prepared to have your priorities tested.

The rest of the world will move on while you’re writing, and fast. If you’re committed enough to write a #31Days series, you’re clearly serious and passionate about writing. But if blogging isn’t your day job, you might realize your daytime responsibilities are piling up or even accelerating faster than usual. At some point during the series, your priorities will definitely be tested.

DAY 12: Never underestimate the power of a post – it’s SO much more than comments.

Today has come to an end. There weren’t any comments on my posts from Day 10, 11, OR 12. However, I received heartfelt emails from ALL of the people that were highlighted in the posts. Sometimes, you’re writing for an audience of one. And that audience of one is all that really matters. (I learned variations of this lesson again and again throughout #31Days. Letters to the Unthanked generated the largest number of emails and Facebook messages I’ve had, and for some reason, a lot of people left comments on my Facebook page instead of the blog during the series.)

DAY 13: Be prepared to be surprised.

When you write this much content, you’re bound to be surprised by something. I didn’t get today’s post published until 3:00 p.m. By 9:00 p.m., I received a sweet email from the recipient of my letter, as well as three significant comments on the post. One commenter indicated that when we were in college, I inspired her to start a gratitude journal and she’s kept one all these years. Who knew? You never know when a post is going to move someone, or when you’ll discover something you didn’t know before.

DAY 14: Your laundry will probably be out of control by now!

This is my typical daily writing schedule for #31Days: edit today’s post, publish today’s post and get it up on all social media, write tomorrow’s post, make contact with people highlighted in today and/or tomorrow’s posts, respond to email and comments on the blog as I’m able. Add to that children and a day job, and there’s not much time left for laundry!

DAY 15: Take a chance. The rewards will be bountiful.

I wanted to feature a professor from graduate school in my post today, but I knew I needed her permission first. I was a little scared, but asked anyway. She gave me permission to share a post, and after the fact, told me it was one of the greatest gifts she’d received in her lifetime. The post stimulated LOTS of fun Facebook messages and memories among my graduate school classmates.

DAY 16: Be mentally prepared to receive at least one unsubscribe notification during the series.

I’ve been blogging for 15 months. Before I started this #31Days series, only 1 person had ever unsubscribed. Today, I received my second unsubscribe notice of the month. As much as unsubscribe notices are bothersome, you have to accept it and move on. It’s bound to happen when you’re filling your subscribers’ email boxes with blog posts on a daily basis. Try not to be discouraged.

DAY 17: Expect burnout, but press on.

There might come a time when you think what’s the point? What if I didn’t post tomorrow? Would anyone notice? Would anyone care? Last night, I was wearing a little thin. I spent time with my daughter who was under the weather, worked on family finances, and caught up with my husband. By the time I sat down to START writing the post, it was 9:52 p.m. But once I got writing, it all spilled out just fine and today’s post was among my most successful of the series.

DAY 18: Take a break! Get out and do something other than writing.

Winter is drawing near in Minnesota, so I forced myself to get outside and cleaned up the garden for two hours. Tonight, I went to a movie. Both were a wonderful hiatus from all the writing, and although I had to stay up until midnight writing tomorrow’s post, the break was well worth it.

DAY 19: Don’t feel obligated to reveal all of your blog post titles when you launch your series.

I moved my posts around on Days 9 and 10 because I’d been ill and needed lighter writing one day. And now, because my mood has shifted since Day 1, I’ve decided to delete two posts I had planned between Days 20-31. I added two new posts in lieu of the two I deleted. Be flexible. It’s ok to make changes to your series as you go.

DAY 20: Let the laundry pile up high enough, and your spouse just might step in and help!

The laundry has been piling up really high, much worse than the picture I showed you on Day 14. This morning, my husband took over. He did several loads over the course of the day. Thank you, Seth!

DAY 21: Don’t be afraid to make last minute adjustments to your writing schedule (in case I haven’t already said it enough)!

Just two days ago, I deleted two posts I had planned between Days 20-31, and replaced with two new posts. Today, I decided to delete and replace another post. Had I written all my posts ahead of time, I would obviously NOT make these last minute changes, but since I’m writing as I go, my mood and sense of the series as a whole allow me this flexibility.

DAY 22: Let your perfectionistic tendencies go to the wayside, even if it’s just for one day. 

I stayed up writing until 11:20 p.m. last night and woke up again at 5:45 a.m. to edit and publish. For the first time in this series, I published a post I normally would have left in the draft box. Based on my usual standards, the post needed at least two more edits, but I’d run out of time since I had a full day of work ahead of me. I published the post as it was at 6:20 a.m., and left it at that. It got a great response, so who am I to say what’s draft-worthy?

DAY 23: You might get a second wind.

As I was drafting tomorrow’s post, I completely lost track of time. The two older kids were at school and my toddler was napping. My computer screen showed 1:36 p.m. when I started writing. When I looked up again it was 3:25 p.m. and the kids’ bus arrived within seconds. Lesson? You might still have a little writing in you, even on Day 23.

DAY 24: Don’t break your writing routine, even if you’re desperate for time!

Let’s just say that it’s challenging to write a heartfelt blog post when the man at the table next to you keeps talking loudly about the “damn tail pipes” on his car! 🙂

DAY 25: Expect to feel vulnerable.

I didn’t know what I was getting myself into with this Letters to the Unthanked series. For the most part, I’m not an information sharing blogger. I blog to bring voice where there is none. I blog to connect, to relate, to speak to people’s hearts. Many of my everyday posts have a vulnerability to them, but this Letters series is filled with vulnerability. I’m feeling particularly vulnerable for three posts in a row now, but I believe it’s worth it. That vulnerability might bring about some healing, and it’ll help your readers see the real you.

DAY 26: You’ll live, breathe, and yes, SLEEP #31Days.

If you wake up at 12:30 a.m. and again at 3:00 a.m. after dreaming about #31days, just know it’s Day 26. At this point it’s nearly impossible to get #31Days out of your mind, even when you’re sleeping!

DAY 27: Don’t feel obligated to post at the same time every day.

I’m a planner, so I appreciate organization, timeliness and consistency. But when you’re writing and editing a post every single day for a month and still trying to have a life, it’s near impossible to publish at same time every day. So don’t worry about it. My posts performed relatively equally regardless of when they were published.

DAY 28: You might end up feeling a little CRAZED if you do #31Days, try to manage your household well enough so your spouse lets you do this again next year, keep a day job, and raise kids all at the same time.

As I speak, my toddler is eating the last of Fruity Yummy Mummy cereal daddy brought home from work, the kids’ Rainbow Loom bracelets are all over the counters, and breakfast dishes haven’t been cleaned up. And yes, the laundry is piled high in the back, AGAIN. But here I am, I’m updating this post and setting up tomorrow’s post so I can write during nap time.

DAY 29: Expect to be chronically sleep deprived.

I stayed up until 11:15 p.m. last night writing today’s blog post. Baby woke up crying at 4:44 a.m. I never fell back asleep and the alarm was set for 5:45 a.m. to get today’s post up before a long day of work. Total sleep = 5 1/2 hours. Average night’s sleep for #31Days = 5 1/2 – 6 1/2 hours per night.

DAY 30: Start thinking about what you’ll need to do to get a semi-balanced life again!

Today would normally have been a day off for me. I sent my youngest to daycare so I could go to an appointment, and spent the rest of the day writing reports for work.

DAY 31: If you want to know what it’s like to sing the “Hallelujah Chorus” over and over inside your head after you publish a blog post, join #31Days!

After you finish your 31st post, you’ll sing that song to yourself non-stop. And no kidding, you’ll notice other 31 Dayers referencing the “Hallelujah Chorus” on Twitter, too! Believe me, the song is more than fitting if you’ve made it this far. As great as it’s been, it’s great to be done.

Would I do #31Days again? It’s only been four days since the series ended, but here’s what I think. #31Days is a lot like childbirth. It’s definitely challenging and sometimes seems impossible to endure in the moment. But you’re so glad you met the challenge because your beautiful “baby” has been delivered, and before you know it, you’ll (probably?) be ready to do it all over again.

Well, that’s a wrap! If you participated in #31Days, I hope you can relate to the lessons I learned. I’d love to hear about your experience! Would you do it again? If you’re considering doing #31Days next year, I hope this post provided you some insight and please feel free to leave questions!

Congratulations and best wishes to all,

Amy

Dear Colleen,

I meant to send you this thank you months ago, but never did. Guess it’s better late than never, right?

Our relationship was natural from the start. You made me comfortable in my own skin, and I had a great sense of who you were. We understood each other without much effort.

We have very similar personalities, and broadly speaking, we’re on similar journeys right now. But the details and technicalities of our lives are vastly different. Perhaps God crossed our paths so we could see ourselves reflected in the other. Perhaps God crossed our paths so we could understand one another. Perhaps God crossed our paths so we could use our unique perspectives to impact and shape each other’s lives in a way that no one else could.

Whatever His reason, I’m REALLY grateful you came into my life, Colleen.

And here’s what I wanted to thank you for last spring, but never did.

You know those times we met for lunch and talked and talked? Those were by far the best conversations I’ve had with a woman for at least 15 years. I’ve not trusted a woman that deeply, been as authentic with a woman to that extent for a LONG, LONG time.

It might be me, it might be circumstances, or it might just be this time of life with little ones. But I’ve been busy, weary, worn down. I’ve felt out of the loop for sure, and at times, I’ve felt misunderstood. I’ve not been good at long distance friendships, and I’m only half-good with ones right in front of my face. I know I can be a little mysterious upon first meetings, and I know it takes a just-right scenario for me to open up and be completely authentic.

So, Colleen. I’m grateful you’re the one that finally cracked my code. You know just how to probe, just how to engage in a way that makes me trust, believe you really care and want to know. And I feel the same for you. It’s an equal friendship, a back and forth, so I don’t feel like I’m doing all the taking or giving.

We haven’t gotten nearly as much time together as I’d like. We’re both in seasons of transition, you more than me at the moment. But I really wanted you to know that you’re dear. I’ve been so blessed by you, and I hope there’s nothing that will separate us for a while. Because I want to keep working this out and moving this friendship forward. You’re an amazing woman, and I’m honored to call you friend.

With all sincerity,

Amy

P.S. Did you like the picture, Colleen?! Brenda shot this one for me incognito! 🙂

*If you’d like to read more from my #31Days Letters to the Unthanked series, click here for the landing page where all the letters are listed and linked!

Today’s letter is dear to my heart. It’s to Sarah, a woman who has special needs. Sarah works at a local gym I’ve been a member of for years. She’s employed by eQuality, a “community based program that assists adults with developmental disabilities with finding and maintaining competitive and contracted employment.” eQuality’s goal is to “help each individual find meaningful work, grow and develop personally, and participate in their community.”

I originally drafted this post about Sarah in June 2012, one month before my blog launched. I spent the next 16 months jumping through hoops and waiting for the perfect time to publish it (read more after the letter if you’re interested). This past week, I had the opportunity to meet with Sarah’s mom in preparation for publication. She is LOVELY, kind, and intelligent. I enjoyed our time together tremendously, and was blessed by our conversation. I’m certain that you’d adore Sarah’s mom just as much as I did.

Sarah’s mom provided a brief medical history so you have a little context before you read the letter…

Prior to Sarah’s 4th birthday, she started having seizures. A neurologist conducted a CT scan and discovered a large low grade tumor in her brain. Sarah’s family got her in for surgery to remove the tumor immediately. After surgery, the oncologist recommended that Sarah receive radiation. Because of surgery and radiation, Sarah developed right side weakness, acquired a hearing impairment, had some vocal fold paralysis, permanently lost hair in certain areas, and developed a short stature because the radiation hit her pituitary gland. A neuropsychologist indicated that she also had frontal lobe brain damage. Sarah lost her ability to walk, but because she “perseverated” on everything so much, she kept trying – she learned to walk again and learned to ride a bike! Sarah’s mom indicated that Sarah was in special education from the age of 4 or 5-years-old.

Sarah has a great sense of humor, is stubborn, and generous to a fault. Sarah’s mom knows her daughter from every which angle, and clearly loves her very much. She is blessed with a wonderful family who love and support her. Sarah was fortunate to have a great social worker who found her a place to live independent of her parents and helped her secure meaningful work through eQuality.

It’s a true honor to be able to share this letter with you today.

Dear Sarah,

You move down the row cleaning bikes and treadmills, one by one.

Wipe each seat not once, but twice.

Make each lever, each handle clean again.

Wheels and base, you don’t forget those either.

Up on the treadmill, wipe, wipe. Swish, swoosh. Up, down. Over, across.

Souls step off the treadmill when it’s a little high, a little hard. You reset inclines back to zero. Some require adjustment more than others.

Up and down, down and up again. Each treadmill is tended.

You never flinch, never complain, never show signs of distress. You complete the task set before you, to make all things new.

Window sills and vents, your job is to dust. Swipe, swipe, right to left, left to right. Next, next. Dust and dirt barely perceivable to the naked eye, but you know, He knows. The dust is there, worthy of great care.

And when you’re done, you take your rag, take your bucket, and walk away.

You’ve been ever present in the quiet, cleaning dust out of the smallest spaces. Unseen by most, but necessary, beautiful.

I’m blessed those days, in the precious moments of quiet observation. Your presence reminds me of God who humbles Himself to lowly us. He moves in the quiet sometimes, unassuming, without us even aware. He brings our incline back to zero after we’ve thrown in the towel. We start fresh, anew, every single day. It’s a holy wiping out, a cleaning out of little spaces, hidden places.

So thank you Sarah, for blessing and gracing me with your presence. If there was ever an angel in disguise, it would certainly be you.

Amy

*If you’d like to read more from my #31Days Letters to the Unthanked series, click here for the landing page where all the letters are listed and linked!

SPECIAL NOTES ABOUT THIS POST

I’ve jumped through MANY hoops to share this story with you today, the most hoops I’ve jumped through to publish a post on the blog to date. But I’ve been persistent, because I believe Sarah’s story is worth telling.

JUNE 2012: One month before my blog launched, I drafted Sarah’s post in Evernote while I was walking on the treadmill. I’d been watching Sarah work for months, and was moved so many times that one day I composed a blog post right there, on the spot at the gym on my iPhone.

FALL 2012: I approached Sarah’s job coach to see if I could be put in contact with her family. I hoped to speak with them and obtain permission to share Sarah’s photograph and story on my blog. My request was forwarded to Sarah’s case manager who shared that they provide their associates with the utmost levels of privacy, therefore, the family’s identity and contact information could not be shared with me. I was in tears, but let it go and decided there’d eventually be a way if it was meant to be.

APRIL 2013: Something came over me. I decided to move Sarah’s draft from Evernote into my WordPress blog. I spent 45 minutes editing the post, and the next day sent an email to Sarah’s case manager with the blog post attached. I kindly asked if he would forward the post to Sarah’s family. I wanted them to at least see the post, and perhaps they’d consider giving me permission to post it on the blog once they’d read it. Sarah’s parents contacted me via phone a couple days later. They loved and were honored by the post, and were open to sharing it as long as Sarah’s privacy was maintained.

JUNE 2013: I sent an email to Sarah’s case manager indicating Sarah’s parents had given permission to publish the post, but needed to find a way to take Sarah’s picture at the gym. I didn’t hear back and didn’t follow up because I’d found myself in summer craziness with three kids at home. 🙂

OCTOBER 2013: Sarah’s post was still on my mind. I knew it would fit perfectly in my “Letters to the Unthanked” #31days series, so I contacted Sarah’s mother who gave me permission to include it!

I share these details with you today because I believe if God wants a story to be told, He will make a way. We just need to be patient and wait for His perfect timing. A huge thank you to Sarah’s family for allowing me to share her story here today.

Dear Nikki,

I’ll admit. I felt like a bit of a nerd.

I got all ready, drove 45 minutes one way, picked up some cupcakes I special ordered for the event, and drove to the parking lot where I sat and gathered myself in the car for a few minutes before I was supposed to meet a bunch of strangers.

But not everyone was a stranger. We had developed a sweet relationship online, so I was really looking forward meeting you and a couple other women that day!

For the entire month of April, this (in) Real Life conference was the talk of the town among our community on Twitter. 6,000 women from more than 20 countries were meeting up in real life instead of where they usually meet up, online. I felt the nudge to attend our local meet up, and knew it would be good for me to step out of my safe little box.

I wasn’t sure what to expect, so I prepared myself for anything.

The room was quite full when I arrived. I looked around to see if I recognized anyone’s real life face from the tiny avatar I was accustomed to seeing on Twitter. When I found you at a table close to the entrance, I thanked God, made a beeline to the table, and took a seat next to you. You don’t have any idea how comforted I was by the fact I found you so quickly!

Our Minnesota (in)RL group was one of the largest in the country, if not the largest, so there were several tables of women. We were fortunate to have a bunch of wonderful ladies at our table. I’ll always remember the lovely pastor’s wife who sat across from us. She was motherly and warm and gathered us all in like her own. And Vicki, she was great. I sensed there was a lot more to her than she had time to reveal that day – such a kind soul, and she’s blessed me online since meeting that day. There were others too, but one woman in particular captured my attention, made me realize my instincts were trustworthy, spot on. That’s you, Nikki!

You see, over the course of almost three years on Twitter, I’d begun to develop some relationships online. You are one among a great community of online friends. When we tweet and read blog posts, it’s my belief that we’re seeing straight into souls. Real life facades and masks are stripped away in the Twitter and blogging communities I’m a part of.

So I had a feeling about you, girl. I knew in my heart you were going to be the real deal. I knew I was going to love you. I knew you were someone I’d be friends with in real life.

And I was right!

The truths I had stored up about you in my heart came to fruition that day. You were an amazingly sweet woman with a heart of gold, someone I’d be honored to call friend, just as great in real life as you were online.

So I want to thank you, Nikki, for being a real live example of why we can trust our instincts about relationships we’ve developed online.

I know in my heart that some of the women I’ve met online would be the most awesome of friends in real life. Our souls speak the same language. The only problem is that they live in California, Tennessee, Alabama and other far off places. But after meting you, I can trust that when I engage with my close circle of online friends, it’s the real deal. I can rest easy knowing they’re not baring their souls just for the fun of it. They’re speaking from  their heart. They’re speaking their truth. It’s who they are.

I’m so glad you were there that day, Nikki. I’m blessed to have met you and can’t wait to meet up again, maybe this time for a more intimate lunch or coffee date with kids in tow. 🙂

Here’s to forging ahead in relationship, believing truth and beauty are constantly being revealed online and (in) Real Life.

Amy

*If you’d like to read more from my #31Days Letters to the Unthanked series, click here for the landing page where all the letters are listed and linked!

Dear Jennifer,

I can’t thank you enough for the gorgeous picture frames you made for me almost two years ago!

I admit, I love beautiful things. I tend to be perfectionistic. And I’m convinced I’m a southern girl at heart who’s living in one of the most northern states you could find, Minnesota.

Take my love of beautiful things, add my perfectionistic tendencies, add my desire for something that just doesn’t exist in Minnesota, then add hormones and nesting that came with a third pregnancy – and you might have found me a little obsessed over a picture frame project two years ago.

You see, this was my third baby, so I knew exactly what to expect. This time around, I had made lists of all the things I wanted to get done before baby arrived. YES, definitely a little obsessive, but I even typed them up! All in all, I completed 160 items from my cycling to-do lists in the months leading to her birth.

On those lists were important things, like get the crib out of storage and set it up. On that list were also not-so-important things, like turn our older daughter’s dresser from a junk collecting area to a beautiful display area.

I knew I wanted picture frames for the top shelf of her dresser, so I began the search in an effort to check the task off of my to-do list. Easier said than done. If I know exactly what I want, I can occasionally become obsessive about continuing the search until I find it. I know an item exists if I look hard enough, long enough. And in this case, I KNEW there were gorgeous picture frames to be found. I just wasn’t finding them!

I looked everywhere. I was even creative about where I looked. But these elusive frames just didn’t exist.

After a while, I knew I had become obsessed and needed to bring an end to this, so I decided to turn to Etsy. Thank goodness, I found you and your gorgeous picture frames there! My search was finally over!

But of course, in all my nesting obsessing, I couldn’t just order what you had and leave it at that. I noticed you did custom orders, and really wanted the frames to coordinate with my daughter’s bedroom. So I engaged you with an email to see how I would go about placing a custom order.

There set forth a series of emails between the two of us. And ya, I won’t even go there. Amy obsessiveness at it’s worst (or best?). Remember I sent you detailed ideas about each frame? Colors, sizes, designs and patterns, bows and no bows, embellishments or no embellishments? You ensured me you were more than happy to do this custom work, but I was certain I was being more annoying than any other customer you’d ever had.

You shipped the picture frames to me just 10 days before our little girl was born. I couldn’t WAIT to open the box! Before I opened it, I looked at the return address. Arkansas. Yep, more proof there’s something about that Southern living, those Southern girls that makes me want to be one. I knew these frames were going to be awesome before I even saw them.

And they were.

The picture frames were absolutely GORGEOUS, more beautiful than I’ve ever seen. They matched my daughter’s bedroom and fit on her dresser perfectly.

For almost two years now, the frames have graced my daughter’s room with their beauty. While the two bottom shelves of her dresser have been stuffed with children’s books, trinkets, random memorabilia, kid jewelry, and hair pieces, the top shelf has been reserved solely for the frames.

Simple, classy, elegant, beautiful. Made by you with love, care and attention to detail.

Thank you for exceeding my expectations, thank you for making my vision come to life, and thank you for using your amazing gifts to bring beauty into the lives of others.

Amy

*If you’d like to read more from my #31Days Letters to the Unthanked series, click here for the landing page where all the letters are listed and linked!

***SPECIAL NOTE: Jennifer reported to me in an email this week that she “retired” from making picture frames almost a year ago. She moved and the distance between her and her twin sister Stephanie made it too difficult for them to work together. Stephanie still maintains and operates the Etsy Shop at Two Sisters Designs; she no longer sells the frames, but does sell a variety of VERY CUTE monogramed items! The shop is closed this week, but will reopen soon. Click here to check it out!