You are hosting a party in your home and break out your chalkboard to make a simple sign for the food table. You try to use bulk chalk and it just doesn’t come out how you envision. The spacing is off, the lines are crooked and it just doesn’t turn out how you envision. In this course I’m going to help you make the perfect sign. I will show you the best tools to use, and tips like how to sharpen your chalk so that it’s easier to use! You’ll learn how to prep your board, make your handwriting look like calligraphy, and simple florals to add to your signs. You’ll finish the class making a small chalkboard for your home as well as a welcome sign for a party. Grab your dusty chalkboard out of your closet and let’s create something beautiful!
30 minute Video Course that includes 2 projects to make at the end
I’m Holly Stavness.
I’m an artist, calligrapher, and wedding stationer who adores the written word and believes that slowing down can change everything.
I’m here to show you how to love the life you’ve been given and teach you how to care for your soul through your own creativity (whether or not you think you are creative…spoiler alert…you ARE!).
My favorite moments are at night when the house is quiet. No one needs my attention, and I sit down at my kitchen table, pull out paints and ink, and pour out all the emotions of the day onto paper. I wasn’t always an artist. I was a rough and tumble tomboy athlete growing up.
But once I became a mother I found myself exhausted and completely drained. I decided in 2014 that I would learn calligraphy and made it my new years’ resolution. I spent hundreds of dollars on tools and paper and ink until I found what worked for my hand. My husband would come home from work and I’d run out the door to a local coffee shop with my tool kit and would sit for hours writing one letter at a time. That same year we became foster parents and had three kids under the age of three. That year brought waves of emotion I had never dealt with before, and the art of calligraphy was where I found myself night after night pouring out my fears, anxieties, and hurts. I would write scripture and truth over and over. All of the what if’s and self doubt would silence and cease as I dipped my ink in the jar and scratch out life giving words. My soul would soar in those moments at my kitchen table as my tired body would sit and write for hours. Salvation would happen at my kitchen table, just as it had happened there all my life. That kitchen table became my sanctuary and a well that would overflow my cup that had been poured out from the day. And over those ten months of that baby boy living with us, something beautiful happened. Pain and struggle beget beautiful lives. There was a tenderness that was born in me that I had never possessed. A desire to slow down and be present was formed. It provoked something in me to see the beauty in the small parts of life and the mundane tasks that must be done. In a world that wants to be big and bold I saw the beauty of being a servant and posturing myself low. And I believe with all of my heart, if all I do for the rest of my life is be faithful in the small details I’ve been given, that it would be an excellent life.