Smucker's). I decided to pursue a Master's degree in Clinical Counseling at Malone University and then a little guy named Noah came along and interrupted that track for the time being. My long time dream was to be a stay-at-home wife and mom and so I became one. I started working from home as a virtual transcriptionist for a psychologist in Texas. I continue to work for him and love being able to stay relevant with the psychology world and hope that I will return one day when my kid(s) are grown.
The story of Little Moose goes like this. My husband and I started
praying that we would find a way to make some more money. I believed that my calling was to be at home raising my son. I tried babysitting and contemplated getting a part-time job. Nothing worked out. Then about 11 months ago, I randomly learned how to sew a pillow from a dear lady in town! I immediately fell in love with sewing (and buying fabric), but I never dreamed I would have a business designing and making baby accessories. I started making gifts for Christmas and then baby showers. Several people suggested to me that I should start selling my items. I continued to teach myself how to sew new items, learning a lot from tutorials on YouTube and blogs. Another designer encouraged me to create my own original designs and look for ways to create items that no one else is creating. Out of that came my reversible portable crib sheets, the handle on my blanket (my husband’s idea, actually), the contrasting stripe on all my accessories and other ways to make age-old products become thicker, more durable, more practical and of course way cuter! Most of my original ideas came
from mistakes! The first time I made a changing pad cover for a baby shower I made it about 5 inches too short, oops! Thus the stripe was born, and now is one of my trademarks. One thing led to another and my prayer was answered, in April I started Little Moose By Liza LLC named for this little guy (who has been in the 97th percentile or above since the day he was born and lovingly called Moose by my brother)
like I am living someone else’s life and cannot believe that I am living out my