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wishstudio launch party recap


even though we were still painting at 5:30 friday morning (a huge thanks to my hero and helper hubby ~ you know a man is dedicated if he covers himself in pink for you! i could not have pulled this off without you), we were ready to launch! funny side note that after i chose the wall color, i found out it was called “pink sky”… how perfect?



it was a sultry evening on friday night, with so many wonderful people gathered and wishing the studio success. although the space was not complete (no ceiling, no floors, no air conditioning!), i felt so blessed that so many people showed up to cheer me on…especially all of the fabulously supportive and wonderfully creative group of bloggers who traveled from many far away points of maine and massachusetts.


there was of course nina beana, the gift fairy and wishmama extraordinare, who saved the day by bringing me table cloths which i totally forgot. angela and her lovely friend kelly arrived in a flurry of smiles and hugs. jes and tammy rolled in from “the lake” bearing the most beautiful gifts of wine and flowers and art. heidi was there of course, even though she has been sick with a nasty cold all week – so appreciate you supporting me opening night! 

it was great to also finally meet leah, who will be teaching the inspiring artist’s way series, and to finally connect with melba after weeks of communicating over the phone and computer. even though most of us were meeting in person for the first time, it was like being around old friends. it is so wonderful to be surrounded by creative women who really get what you are all about…not just the blogging, but sharing in the passion to live a creative life! don’t miss melanie’s justbe…connected creative bloggers event this fall to meet some of these fab gals, and many more!


cooling off after the open house (left to right)…jes of sweetpeas, leah of creative everyday, tammy of sunflower studios, melba of create a connection, kelly the fab blogger to be, angela of love green dog.

it was a wonderful evening full of light and laughter and planting seeds of things to come. thank you to all of you who came out for the open house. you really made the night a magical one.



the next day was just as exciting. i was surrounded by some really talented artists and designers. so many friends and family stopped in to share in the days events. thank you to all of you for supporting our opening and for enduring the sweltering heat.


heidi, of hkw design and birds of a feather


casey, of grow wild


karen of simply june


melanie of just be


heather and kerry alice of
twigs and heather


kris of relaxation works


wish tags were being made (one little bean wished for her brother to become a real pirate ~ too funny :)


goodie bags were handed out and handmade treasures were bought. 


most of all, connections were being made…between so many amazing souls who want to live creatively and mindfully within an inspiring and supportive community. this is what we came together to celebrate! the launch of this dream we all share.

thank you all for helping to make it such a beautiful beginning! i am truly greatful and honored to have you all in my circle.



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