I’m Paige. Or P. Either’s fine.
Hmmm…I’m a transplant to the one of the coolest cities in the U.S., Kansas City. Born and raised a Texas girl. I know my accent still exists because I hear it in my six year old’s voice. Where else would he get it? Sometimes I still feel like a small town girl, I miss me some dirt roads. But the Lord has called our family here, and we have put in some deep roots. Speaking of, Jesus. I am a follower. I struggle and fall on my face every stinking day, alas grace. Devoted enough to marry a handsome, baseball-playing, pastor. He is a daily reminder of how much my heavenly Father loves me…he’s a gift, that man. Did I mention handsome?
I have two adorable, I mean, for reals adorable, little men. Jude is four and Elliot is six. They are often hilarious, and my highest of highs and lowest of crushing lows, come as a result of being their mama. Thank God that His mercies are new every morning. Or I’d be screwed. And my kids would hate me.
I love new ideas, industrial, mid-century, old and crusty, vintage, antique style. We would certainly call it eclectic. The architecture graduate in me still loves modern and contemporary, at least in theory. Bret’s told me that I have enough metal furniture. As if. I’m a terrible finisher of anything I start. Project wise anyway.
I love cooking, opening my home, feeding big crowds and making people feel like my home is actually theirs. I’m a pretty well recovered perfectionist. In fact, I might have embraced “un-perfectionism” a little too tightly. Pretty sure I made that word up. It’s quite possible we bought a lemon of a house. More maintenance than a newborn. Dr. Pepper is a sad sad addiction. Though I’m constantly telling people “I have been doing really good lately” cough bull cough *&%$.
My hope for this space is that you leave here with a lot of truth and honesty about life, longing, faith and doubt, dirty houses and fit-throwing kids, mothering and “wifedom”, my failures and shortcomings, and still some successes. I plan to cover you with a deluge of grace, hope and victory, and the freedom to fail with me. All the while giving you the empowerment to continue getting back up and trying again.
I’m beyond excited and nervous to let you into my life.
You can reach me at firstname.lastname@example.org
If you want to hear more about the mission of Made Frank, start here.
And for more on the heart behind it, read the story.
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*Thanks to the lovely Erica Alley Whitaker and Keshia Pietz Photography for the family and individual shots!