For the past few days I have been reflecting on the past two years. I am completely blown away with how much I have learned. I stepped out in faith by starting Allie Mac. I had never owned a business. I had never run a business. I had only been sewing for a few months. I mean. HELLO. I taught myself how to sew.
Allie Mac has grown. What started in my house, moved into a warehouse. Hired interns. Made tons of clothes. Made new friends. Lost friends. Missed out on family and friend activities. Made new memories with family and friends. Stretched out of my comfort zone. Questioned myself, “Why are you doing this, Allison? Why?”
Here is the answer:
- To be real.
- To live life.
- To accept the good and the bad.
- To not be scared.
- To be brave.
- To help other women believe in their dreams.
- To give God the Glory.
- Because Allie Mac is NOT about me. It is about Him.
He takes broken things and makes them beautiful. (Thank you, Ellie Holcomb.)
He takes little scraps of fabric and puts them together in ways we can’t even wrap our brains around.
Over the past two years I feel like He has been sewing me back together. And sometimes it hurts. But, when He closes the stitches that hurt the most, something new and Glorious emerges. I am trusting Him. Trying to live with my palms up. Not clinching to hold on to what is not mine. Trying to remember and be grateful.
I remember the first Allie Mac show at Lorien’s house. July 31, 2012. Blown away by my friends who came to support and encourage me.
I remember seeing precious ladies trying on an Allie Mac and their face lighting up.
I remember each and every time I encouraged someone to do something they thought they might not be able to do. Because you NEVER know. Really. Truly.
I remember the struggles of owning your own business.
I remember the excitement of making something new.
Grateful for each person who has ever bought an Allie Mac.
Grateful for my husband who has been my rock. Who has led me with loving and gentle hands.
Grateful for my children. Who love me and show me grace daily. Cause being a momma and business owner is hard.
Grateful for my family. My mom and dad. My sisters. No words. Just. Love.
Grateful for my friends. Especially friends who speak truth. Who aren’t scared to tell me when they think I need to slow down. Or if I hurt their feelings. Who aren’t scared to draw near in the UgLy. And still love me. I love you.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.