Over the past few weeks, I’ve been slowly working on a complete overhaul of our room. Pulling things out, going through drawers, and finally letting go of items I’ve held onto for years. Some of it had meaning, some of it I forgot I even owned, and a lot of it was just unnecessary. As we move into a new year, I’ve felt this strong urge to simplify — to get rid of as much extra stuff as possible and start fresh.
There’s something really freeing about clearing things out. Every bag that left the room felt like a little more breathing room. Less clutter, fewer distractions, and a space that actually feels restful again.
In the middle of all of this, I ended up going through my art supplies too. Paints, pens, old projects — things that once meant so much to me but had been sitting untouched for a while. What’s interesting is that art hasn’t always been on the back burner. From around 2020 to 2022, I spent a lot of time creating. Drawing, painting, making — it was a regular part of my life during that season.
Then 2023 came, and a lot changed.
We moved to a new location to help out my in-laws’ church and stepped into new roles and responsibilities. It was a needed and meaningful season, but somewhere along the way, some of my personal passions and desires quietly fell to the wayside. Creativity wasn’t gone — it just didn’t have much space anymore.
That summer, before we moved, my mom bought me a camera for my birthday. I had plans. I wanted to start posting outfits I put together, document creativity, and really pursue my blog again. I was excited about it. And then life shifted. The camera got packed away, and honestly, I haven’t touched it since.
While decluttering, I also reorganized my art supplies and set up a small creative corner. I even pulled out a mini sewing machine. It’s nothing fancy, but it felt like the right place to start. I’ll probably upgrade to a Brother or a Singer in the future, but for now, this simple setup feels like a gentle re-entry. Especially since I haven’t sewn since college.
Back then, I studied Fashion Merchandising, and for our final project we put on a fashion show. I designed and sewed all of my own outfits — late nights, fabric scraps everywhere, and a lot of passion. After graduation, that part of my life slowly got packed away too.
Back in November, I was scrolling through my Facebook memories and came across an old post from 2014 — one of those random “facts about me” posts. One line stopped me. I had written that I went to school for fashion and wanted to create clothing for God’s glory.
Reading that now, in 2026, didn’t feel like regret. It felt like a reminder. A gentle nudge that this part of me was never meant to disappear — only to rest for a while.
So here I am, clearing out physical clutter and making space for creativity again. No pressure. No timelines. Just showing up and being faithful with what I’ve been given. Art has always been part of how God wired me, and I don’t want to keep pushing it aside.
This season doesn’t feel like starting over. It feels like returning — and finally making room again for what’s always mattered.
Xoxo, Roxie
Crafted & Called 
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