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When I first unboxed the HTVRONT H10 12x10 inch Heat Press, I knew I wanted to put it through a thorough series of tests—not just on T-shirts, but across a variety of materials and projects. Over the past few weeks, I’ve pressed everything from glitter HTV on fleece stockings to puff vinyl on canvas, even printable HTV on onesies, and classic HTV on wood panels. This blog post brings together all three parts of my review into one complete journey.  

Welcome to my vibrant, glitter-filled world of creativity! If you've ever dreamed of crafting your own resin notebooks—whether for journaling, gifting, or adding a touch of sparkle to your workspace—you've come to the perfect place. In this post, I’ll guide you step-by-step through the process of creating my signature designs, including favorites like “Faith it Till You Make It,” “Pray Then Slay,” and “LOVED. Always.” Using resin, binder rings, and plenty of love, we’ll bring these unique notebooks to life together!

Let’s be honest—some people haunt castles. I haunt the kitchen.

Some people don’t just deliver bad news—they savor it.  

In today’s culture, being a “badass” is glorified. It’s the aesthetic of rebellion, the anthem of self-exaltation, the badge of honor for those who defy norms. But strangely, being good—obedient, kind, humble, faithful—is often dismissed as boring, weak, or naive. Goodness has been rebranded as lameness. And that’s no accident.

I used to think I wasn’t good enough.  

There’s a quiet tyranny that creeps into families, relationships, and traditions. It doesn’t wear a crown or shout commands—but it whispers expectations. It says:  

You heard it. You read it. You felt it in your spirit.  

 There’s a quiet but dangerous lie that’s crept into the hearts of many parents:  

For years, I’ve been building a paradise—a place where creativity meets conviction, where every soul is welcomed, and every message is infused with God’s artistry. But in the quiet, I often felt unseen. Misunderstood. Alone. I prayed for help. For words. For someone who could understand the vision God placed in me.

There’s a quiet epidemic in Christian households—one that rarely gets preached from pulpits or printed in devotionals. It’s the slow erosion of a woman’s spirit under the weight of a marriage that feels more like servitude than sacred partnership.

I crafted a post and heaven applauded.