This story comes in two parts:
I was 5 and in kindergarten. I was lining up outside the classroom with my class, about to go home. Suddenly, I spotted a tiny little flower sticker on the floor.
"Sticker!" I shouted, pointing at the floor and making a move the go peel it off.
The girl in front of me was much quicker. She got it first.
"I saw it first!" I cried out. But she was a bully and she elbowed me away. She claimed the sticker and stuck it onto her bag, victorious. Angry, I waited until she turned around and the whole class was marching off to the gate. Then, I carefully peel it off her bag. After all, it was rightfully mine. My hand closed around the sticker protectively, and I felt satisfied.
It was a tiny, pink flower printed on a piece of sticky paper, but it gave me so much joy to have it.
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I was 30 years old and a brand new mother. Looking online for various baby toys and things, I came across some simple, childish stickers. I bought some, thinking they were cute for my daughter. Now, babies are much to young to play with stickers, they would make a totally mess of them, crushing them so that all the sticky parts were fused together. Wanting to preserve their preciousness, I kept them aside and started to use them in a simple diary that recorded my first born's nap schedules and eating habits. It gave me peace and joy in the little moments I had to myself, writing and reflecting about my day.
Eventually I started buying more and more stickers, and treated myself to one pretty washi tape. My journalling habits grew, and so did my collection of stickers and washi tapes as well as my general clarity of mind. I loved decorating my weekly spreads. Soon, I started thinking of creating my own designs. I bought a Cricut. I figured out Procreate. I shared my very timid idea with my husband and a few close friends, who gave me plenty of encouragement. I made a rough business plan, and committed to it. And here we are.
I hope my stickers bring you joy, happiness and peace where you need.