The Spark Sip & Sass Uncut
It started with a spark & Seb.
I Had Just Left a 10 Year Relationship and Was Deep In My Wild and Free Era
Enter, Seb. We met at his bar. He was 6’5” to my 5’2”,
He wrote his number down, and I was too nervous to text him at first.
But when we finally did meet up? Sparks. The way he saw me. It was like he gave me the permission to be fully myself again.
We Were Electric Laughing Flirting Vibing
When we went to a paint and sip together, we polished off two, maybe three bottles of wine and accidentally became the main characters.
His painting? Better than mine. I’ll admit it.
He told me he wanted to take care of me. I told him I could take care of myself. Classic me.
“And then I broke my foot.”
That spark didn’t just start a business. It built a brand with taste. This is Sip & Sass is what it became. 🥞🍴
Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.
Crutches & Chemistry
I couldn’t walk, let alone carry an easel.
Crutches, a swollen foot, and a medical note saying “Not today, babe.”
But somehow we still laughed through it. I was stuck physically,
And we made it the pun of every joke.
But Something Inside Me Was Waking Up
That night didn’t just spark something between us, it sparked something in me.
And then, just like that, Seb flew back to Poland. And I cried.
Not for him but for the fire he lit in me that I wasn’t ready to put out.
Eight Weeks of Stillness Rest & Thinking
I couldn’t move, but I could plan. Canva mockups.
Pinterest boards. Inspiration spirals. While my body slowed, my creativity sprinted.
I wasn’t healing. I was building. Quietly.
Every scroll, every screenshot, every saved vibe. It all became part of the blueprint.
It Gave Me Time to Get Clear
The wait gave me space to refine the vision.
What kind of paint and sip would feel like mine?
The tone, the energy, the magic? It had to be more than just art.
It had to feel like a moment. And I finally had the time to imagine it properly.
By the Time I Could Stand I Was Ready to Lead
Eight weeks later, when I finally picked up the mic at my first class.
I wasn’t guessing. I was certain. The room, the setup, the energy…
It felt like stepping into a scene I’d already rehearsed in my mind.
Turns Out the Broken Foot Was the Breakthrough
That injury slowed me down just enough to catch the real vision.
It wasn’t just about teaching painting.
it was about creating something that lit people up the way Seb had lit me up.
Something electric. Something unforgettable.
“I didn’t just walk into a job, I walked into a legacy.”
