my name is meghan and i’m here to stamp.
on my first day of pre-school at a quaint little daycare called happy times, i strolled on in with my kitty cat backpack and announced “my name is meghan and i’m here to paint”. you see, my mom had a hard time convincing me that i would enjoy pre-school. in fact, i was very much anti-happy times until my clever mama said to me “but meghan, you get to paint at happy times!”
a similar situtation emerged almost 20 years later in 2003 when my mom invited me to a stamping party. once again i was having no part of it, not the least bit interested. mom neglected to mention the possibility of painting this time around, so i stayed home and off she went, alone. weeks later i was rumaging through my mother’s drawer looking for a pen when i came across pages of neatly stamped, crisp, clean halloween images. crayola-ahoy, i was on colouring-cloud nine.
i’ve long since traded in my crayolas for copics, tombow watercolour markers, spicas, watercolour paints and pencils, and whatever other colouring tool i can get my hands on. colouring is still the most appealing part of stamping for me, i still love it as much as i did when i was 4. as my stamp collection grows, my love for the craft grows right along with it and in turn has brought me many opportunities through the years, including a job i love. it doesn’t get much better than that.
my mom always said ”find something you love to do and make a career out of it.” i never imagined that retail would be my dream job, but working at the paperie is so much more than retail. my employers are like family, many customers have become friends, and i have a chance to do something creative almost every day. i am lucky to be one of those people who has turned their hobby into a livelihood, and any job that involves colouring is okay in my books.