<p>Let me be honest with y’all for a second — because that’s what we do here.</p> <p>These Juneteenth earrings almost broke me.</p> <p>I’m talking <strong>multiple rounds of “what in the entire hell is this”</strong> energy. Wrong colors. Cuts not coming out clean. Designs that looked cute in my head and tragic in real life. I threw away more materials than I care to admit. I questioned everything — my skills, my process, my whole little crafting journey.</p> <p>But you know

<p>Let me be honest with y’all for a second — because that’s what we do here.</p> <p>These Juneteenth earrings almost broke me.</p> <p>I’m talking <strong>multiple rounds of “what in the entire hell is this”</strong> energy. Wrong colors. Resin not curing right. Designs that looked cute in my head and tragic in real life. I threw away more materials than I care to admit. I questioned everything — my skills, my process, my whole little crafting journey.</p> <p>But you know wha

The moment people see me, they've already decided who I am. Before I open my mouth. Before I introduce myself. Before I prove anything. They've looked at me — a Black woman — and filed me away into a category they're comfortable with. Mom. Or worse, they see the melanin first and assume the worst. Another angry Black woman. Another stereotype to confirm. And I'm supposed to just… live inside that box. I don't fit. Let me tell you who I actually am. I am educated. Not just boo

If you’ve been here for a minute, you know the vibe. CraftinAssBlkGrl is where I share the realness—the failed engraves, the late-night Cricut marathons, the "I’d rather be left alone with a Symphony bar" moments, and the truth about being an empathetic human in a chaotic world. ​But as I’ve been growing this "hustle," I realized something: the personality and the product needed their own rooms in the house. ​Why the Split? ​I love being the "Crafting Ass Black Girl." It’s me

So… I made a sign. Well, tried to make a sign. It says "Mom's Sh*t List." You know, the house rules. The things every mom thinks but doesn't always say out loud. "Don't make me turn this car around." "I'm not a vending machine." "Ask your father." That energy. I was feeling inspired. On a whim, I sat down to design it — maybe an hour total to design, cut, and weed. Everything was flowing. I was in my zone. This was gonna be fire. Then… reality hit. The Scene: Oscar (our dog,

Hey family! It's been a minute since I sat down to just… talk. Like, really talk about where I'm at. If you've been around, you know Craftin Ass Blk Grl isn't just a shop — it's a declaration. A reminder that I'm more than a label. More than "mom," more than "wife," more than "employee." I'm all of those things, and I'm also this creative force that refuses to be dimmed. But let me keep it real with you: some days, the juggle feels impossible. The Current Season Right now, my

​What’s up, my creative tribe! Listen, I know the site has been looking a little like a ghost town lately. I’m not even going to hit you with the "I’ve been busy" cliché—even though, chile , your girl has been BUSY. ​If you know me, you know I don’t just "do" crafts; I live a lifestyle that’s 100% DIY and 100% heart. But lately, life decided to throw a few extra projects on my plate that didn't involve a silhouette or a weeding tool. ​The Ultimate Tag-Team: The Sublimation Hu

​If I told you this week was a "vibe," I’d be lying. To be real with y’all, this week was a complete clusterfuck. ​It started with a sick toddler and a Monday that was a certified dumpster fire before 9:05 AM. You know those mornings where you’re moving so fast you’re actually standing still? Yeah. I forgot an IEP meeting (we made it, but the "fashionably late" card was played hard), and by Thursday, I was clocking into work 30 minutes late. By Friday? The oldest boy caught w

​Hey family! I’m going to be honest—I’ve been away from the blog for a minute. I’d love to say I was just "busy," but the truth is a bit more layered than that. ​The Heavy Stuff: Grief Isn't a Straight Line ​This year marks 10 years since my mom passed away. You’d think a decade would make it "easier," but grief isn't linear. It’s a messy, looping circle. Lately, I’ve been caught in that weird tug-of-war: trying my hardest to stay present for my family while simultaneously wa

​Today is MLK Day, and honestly, the weight of it hits differently this year. ​As a Black woman, today is always a mix of deep pride and an even deeper exhaustion. We celebrate the dream, but we also feel the sharp edges of the reality that hasn't quite caught up yet. It feels like we are constantly navigating a world-changing event, a new headline, or another mountain to climb. ​At every turn, there is something trying to steal our peace. And as a mom, I’m doing the ultimate

If you see me on social media looking like I’ve got it all together, just know there is a 99% chance there’s a pile of laundry and a stray nugget just out of frame. ​I love the "Soft Life" aesthetic—the silk robes, the slow mornings, the peace. But I’m a Craftin’ Ass Blk Grl with a business to run and a household that is anything but quiet. My life isn't "soft"; it’s high-energy, high-functioning, and high-key loud. ​The "Peace" is a Group Effort ​Trying to find "ease" as a B

Hey y’all! If you’ve been hanging around here for a while, you know my golden rule: Stop saving your "good" materials for a special occasion. Use the pretty leather. Cut into the glitter sheets. Life is the special occasion! ​Well, I took my own advice this week while working with some gorgeous faux leather on my Cricut. And while things didn’t go exactly according to plan, the results were even better than a "perfect" project. ​The Perfect Date: Crafting with my Daughter ​I

Happy New Year, Fam! 🥂 ​Listen, we made it to 2026. Take a real second to just... breathe. Whether 2025 was a year of "final boss" energy or a year where you felt like you were just trying to keep your head above water, you’re here. The mats are sticky, the blades are sharp, and the vibes? F*cking immaculate! ​Being an '89 baby, I’ve realized that I’m officially in my "protecting my peace and my blade depth" era. We’re 36 now, y'all—we’re too old to be stressed out by buggy

✨ The Wait is Over: Pre-Order the 2026 "OurStory" Tiny Desk Calendar! ✨ I am thrilled to finally share my latest creation with you all. The 2026 OurStory Desk Calendar: Her Edition is now officially available for Pre-Order at craftinassblkgrl.com ! This calendar is more than just a way to track the days—it’s a celebration of us. I created the "OurStory" edition to ensure that every time you glance at your desk, you see a reflection of Black joy, history, and community. Why Th

We’ve all seen the memes, right? The ones about hiding the Michael's bags in the trunk of the car or whispering to the delivery driver to "leave the vinyl behind the bushes" so our partners don't see the hobby spending. ​For a long time, I felt like I had to justify my crafting. As a full-time employee, a wife, and a mom, I felt like every minute (and every dollar) spent on my Cricut Maker 4 was "taking away" from my responsibilities. ​But lately, my journey of finding me aga

Let’s be for real : December usually feels like one long sprint toward a finish line that keeps moving. Between the deadlines, the shopping, and the "holiday cheer" (which usually just feels like a lot of traffic), by the time the 25th rolls around, I’m usually spent. ​But this year? The vibe is officially Protected Energy. I’m staying home. I’m ignoring the clock. And the only thing on my "to-do" list is existing. There is a specific kind of soul-relief that comes with know

​Hey Sis, ​I want to talk straight with you today, because if you follow me, you know that transparency is what I promised. Sometimes, when you see beautiful projects, colorful fabric hauls, or a seemingly endless stream of creative energy online, it's easy to assume things. It's easy to think, "Wow, she must be selling so much!" or "I wish my hobby could pay my bills like hers." ​Let me set the record straight: My crafting, right now, is not funding my life in any way. ​🙅‍♀

Hey Crafty Fam! Y'all know I was absolutely GEEKED to launch my first-ever holiday product: the Santa Cam Ornament! I spent hours perfecting the design, weeding that vinyl, and making sure the final product was black, sleek, and giving maximum "Mommy said Santa is always watching" energy. It was my baby, my debut product, and I was ready for the internet to bow down to my crafting prowess! ​I posted the finished product, ready for the praise, the hearts, and the inevitable ru

🦃 Y’all. Thanksgiving 2025 Reflection: It's Okay Not To Be Okay, Sis. ✨ Y'all. Whew. Let’s talk about this Thanksgiving 2025 reflection, because it was a whole mood, a whole journey, and honestly, a whole vibe shift. We stayed at home. As usual. This is our new norm, and real talk? I'm ok with it. We cooked exactly what we wanted, how we wanted—no compromises, no performing. Pajamas all day. Only had the company we invited. Simple. Peaceful. The Ride Home Sucker Punch 🥊 But

​Honey, let's be honest. The holidays? They're supposed to be all sparkle, joy, and "fa-la-la-la-la." But if you're like me, sometimes they just hit different. Sometimes, they hit hard. They can be a loud reminder of who's missing, what's changed, and the ache in your soul. And if that's where you're at right now, let me tell you straight: it is absolutely, 100% okay not to be okay. For real. ​Grief, chile, that thing is a whole journey. It's heavy, it comes at you in waves y