About

You really want to know who Rebecca is? Set aside your neat preconceptions of “About Me” blurbs. I’ve been asked to distill my passion into a thimble’s-worth of internet space, but one thing you should know—this isn’t a story about me. Not really.

But.

Well, maybe a little.

My name’s Rebecca, and if you sense a little shimmer in the air, blame it on the thing that sets my heart rigging and flipping like cupcakes in the oven—Heaven Sent Girl Baby Shower Invitations.

Yes, that specific.

I know. You’re thinking, serious dedication or perhaps slight obsession? Correct. Both. (Lean into it.)

But before you leap to conclusions, let’s have some fun. Did I wake up at age five saying, “Someday, my legacy will be cloud-soft cards with cherubs and possibilities?” Never. I started with crayons and sticker sheets, the underdog of gluestick nation. Turns out, even a gal with smudged fingers and wild hair can grow into the Chief Curator of Entryways to Celebration.

Heaven Sent invitations? Not just paper. Not just pretty. Think about it: what could possibly be more magical than capturing the hope, joy, and positively cosmic anticipation of a new girl arriving Earthside? (Rhetorical, but I’m pretty sure the answer is: nothing.)

I don’t simply design; I decode the music behind your announcement. I play with pinks and pearlescents like angel wings caught in a breeze, tossing rainbows your way, shaping every swirl and script into an echo of your unique journey. If there’s a gathering happening under the banner “Heaven Sent Girl,” I’m probably in the background picking fonts like an old matchmaking auntie, mixing tulle with stardust, hunting the perfect exclamation mark.

Some folks want just an invite. Each one is a prologue.

These sweet cards? They whisper “welcome,” holler “miracle!” They’re sacred postcards flung from my creative heart directly to your mailbox, no postage needed for their invisible halos.

Short version—I make Heaven Sent Girl Baby Shower Invitations. And if your new daughter’s first salute to the universe needs that hush of wonder, a dance of color and faith, a wisp of eternal rediscovery… Well. I’m Rebecca.

This is what I do.

But oh, isn’t it much, much more?