The Creative Nest

Today’s vibe? Slightly feral but still fabulous. 💅 I woke up this morning to the sound of Bear's toenails click-clacking on the floor like a tiny chihuahua tap dancer, Mocha staring into my soul, and Lola doing her usual "I'm too delicate for mornings" routine. Naturally, I took one look at the backyard and realized I had a choice: Either tame the wild or let it become a national park. So out I went — gloves on, mower fueled (emotionally and literally), and playlist blaring. Mid-mow, sweating like a sinner in church, I had a full existential moment: “Is this adulthood? Is this what all those career fairs were preparing us for?” Meanwhile, in the digital trenches… ✨ I FIXED A CANONICAL ERROR. That’s right, Google. I cleaned up my HTML, slapped on the right tags, and reintroduced my blog to the search algorithm gods. The whole dang site got re-indexed. If I’m not on the first page of results for “midlife meltdown meets glam recovery” by next week, I want a re...

Let me set the scene: I had just survived a full day of work — spreadsheets, emails, passive-aggressive Teams messages, the whole corporate rodeo. My back hurt, my caffeine had worn off, and all I wanted to do was take off my bra and dissolve into the couch. But no. There it was. The Chin Hair. Mocking me. Taunting me. Living rent-free in the center of my chin like it had a purpose. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. You know exactly what I mean. That wiry little menace that disappears every time you hold up a mirror but somehow reappears the moment you’re under fluorescent lighting in public. Naturally, I dropped everything and marched straight to the window — best light in the house — armed with my tweezers , my magnifying mirror, and a prayer. Meanwhile, My Dogs Were Spiraling Now, I love my Chihuahuas. I do. But tonight? They were acting like the world was ending. Mocha sat in the hallway, howling like she saw a ghost. Bear threw himself dramatically onto a blanket like...

Okay, so yes—I’m the same woman who recently got into a full-on battle with lash glue and needed a prayer circle to remove it. BUT before you go thinking I’m just over here clinging to caffeine and chaos… let me reintroduce myself. 💁‍♀️ ✨ I’m creative. Like name wigs and give them backstories creative. 💸 I’m financially observant. Like I know where every dollar went and what it was wearing when it left observant. 🎨 And I make things. Like coloring books, printable trackers, blog designs, and the occasional meme that                                                               deserves an award. This blog? It’s about to grow with me. Yes, you’ll still get the glam mishaps and caffeine meltdowns, but you’ll also get: Behind-the-scenes of creating and publishing coloring books. My favorite too...

Let me set the scene: it's 6:02 AM, my hair looks like I lost a fight with an electrical socket , and I’m clinging to my third cup of coffee like it holds the secrets of the universe. Spoiler alert—it does not. What it does hold is the faint hope that if I drink just one more cup, I might feel something. Anything. But alas, I could drink 10,000 more and still feel like a deflated air mattress in a hotel hallway. Then came the lashes. Oh yes, the lashes. Today I decided to attempt a little glam. I figured, why not? Maybe fake lashes would give me the boost coffee couldn’t. I mean, people walk around looking like butterfly goddesses every day, so surely I could manage a strip and some glue. Wrong. The glue laughed in my face. One eye? Nailed it. The other? Let’s just say it looked like I applied it while riding a mechanical bull blindfolded. And removing them? HAH. That glue was not playing games. I practically needed a chisel and an exorcism to get one corner to lift. Moral ...

There comes a moment in your mid-50s when you look in the mirror and ask yourself the big questions: “Do I really need another wig ?” “Can I pull off these lashes without looking like I’m auditioning for a Muppet reboot?” “Is that my natural hairline... or just a memory?”

This week has been... a lot . Like, "Why is my life suddenly a crossover episode of Animal Planet and HGTV with guest appearances by Corporate Torture?" levels of a lot.

She came with a 99-year warranty and a weekly payment plan that acts like I’m her stylist. (With a tiara emoji. Obviously. 👑) Some people bring home a new puppy, a fancy espresso machine , or a velvet couch they found on sale. Me? I brought home a furnace and air conditioner combo with a flair for the dramatic — I call her The Diva Duct Queen . She arrived on the scene with a $13,000 price tag and a 99-year warranty, because naturally, she plans to outlive us all. She doesn’t do “modest” or “budget-friendly.” No, ma’am — she came in blazing with heat, cooling with grace , and a weekly payment plan that treats my bank account like it’s her own personal stylist. And let’s be honest: she’s got the attitude to match. She doesn’t let me pay her off early (apparently, she decides the rules). She wants her share every week — rain, shine, or adult meltdown. But in return, she promises to keep me comfy, quiet, and climate-controlled for decades to come. She hums with elegance. She breath...

There’s a quiet kind of magic that happens when a creative spark turns into something real. Over the past few weeks, I’ve been pouring energy, passion, and more than a few late nights into something that has brought me a lot of joy—and I can’t wait to share it with you. 🎨✨ It’s colorful. It’s meaningful. And it’s something I hope will brighten your day, just as creating it has brightened mine. Right now, it’s getting its final touches. Think of it as a love letter to creativity, joy, and the power of a good idea brought to life. Stay tuned—because very, very soon… it’ll be here. 💛 And I can’t wait to show you.

  Welcome! I’m so glad you’re here. This little blog has been quietly brewing in the background for a while now, and today I’m excited to finally open the doors to The Creative Nest Studio —a cozy space where creativity, calm, and purpose come together. I’m Mychelle, a self-published author and creative soul who finds joy in designing coloring books, printable planners, digital trackers, and other paper-based tools that inspire mindfulness and growth. Whether it’s a mandala to ease a busy mind, a planner page to bring clarity, or an affirmation to brighten your day—I believe creative expression can be a beautiful part of everyday life. You’ll find me writing here about: Creative projects (like my coloring books or printable planners) Behind-the-scenes thoughts on self-publishing and design Personal reflections on intention, growth, and finding calm Tips and tools for creating your own meaningful routines And maybe a few pup stories—Mocha, Bear, and Lola love to ma...