What's up everybody. I wanna share how the artist in me rose up and All Y'all Dolls came to be, so just let me - please, please, please! July of 2002 marks the nuptials to United States Airman Derrick Bolden - retired as of 2016. Our oldest son Bryant was born in the summer of 1994, and our twins joined us just before Spring of 2005. We've lived in TX, SD, NV, and now reside in LA. However, Bryant resides TX. I first learned that I was interested in art when I was eleven years old. My mother came home and told me that she had enrolled me in an art class - drawing with coal. I was taken aback but enthusiastic about it as well. I participated in the class for only two sessions before having to leave the class to move to the other side of town. The class tapped into my creativity and boosted my confidence; however, it would be years down the road before I picked drawing up again. Drawing’s head had been buried while real life’s hands frantically waved for attention. ​​​​​​​While in high school, I took a home-economics class where the sewing portion consisted of making a pillow and pillowcase from a sheet. Believe me, there was no love for it then. I was terribly confused throughout practically the whole lesson. I was able to pass the assignment thanks to a very patient instructor who seemed to genuinely be concerned that I follow through with the process. After studying accounting and marketing at the University of Houston-Downtown, having my oldest son, and marrying my husband who whisked us away to South Dakota - Ellsworth AFB, I was about 32 years-old and was asked to sing along with a young man who had written a Christmas song for a play. I really enjoy singing, so I leaped at that opportunity. After the first rehearsal and excited about our harmonies, he informed me that they were in need of people to help with the set. Despite having never done something like that before, I volunteered to help out. This is how I became aware that I am not solely a "left-brainer." The squirm of creativity in the right side broke free! I went to Home Depot and asked them for those massive cardboard sheets (aren't available anymore) that they receive from delivery trucks. They were the perfect size for a backdrop, and once my pencil contacted that surface - an artist was born. I began to seek other churches who may have needed help with props and backdrops - remember all of this, I had never done before. However, I was thrilled that I could be of great help to others. Praise God! Our twins were nearly two-years-old by this time, and while Derrick was on assignment in korea, we lived in Tx with my Nana. I helped the church I attended with backdrops for their Christmas play as well. While visiting her, precious moments were created and now cherished; leaving Nana was bitter-sweet. I was ready for an adventure in our next location Vegas - but disheartened to have to break such close ties with her. In Vegas my desire to sew and create was kindled. I tried knitting - not for me, but sewing had become exhilarating. My first projects were to gift a doll to my Nana whom I missed greatly and was not able to visit. So, I just picked up some materials from the local craft store and began. I drew out my pattern and got to work. It was so much fun, and it surprisingly turned out very well. I wrapped it up in cellophane packaging, boxed it up, and shipped it to her. She was thrilled! It made her feel so special - said it reminded her of a doll she had as a child. I was thrilled to have warmed her heart! I spoke with my Nana several months later and learned that she was under the impression that I bought the doll and had it delivered to her. Once she became aware that I hand-sewed it, she was delighted and cherished it all the more. The following year I was a little more adventurous and challenged myself to make a quilt for her - each family member selected a fabric to represent themself - and the project became a work of art as well. God did it again! Sewing was put on hold until we had relocated to Bossier City, LA and Covid-19 hit, I broke out the needle and thread and set out to make the family stylish masks. With the leftover fabric, my creativity burst into flames and KCentric had its true beginnings. From scraps came one little magnificent doll to receive praise from all who were privileged enough to have it set in focus. So, I started creating more (no two alike) filling the kitchen breakfast nook with little cushy people and here we are today. I can say that I absolutely have found my niche. Because my doll selection was slim and few when I was a little girl, I set my focus on representing All Y’all. WE are all beautifully unique and should be represented in every sketch, stroke, and stitch. Thank you for allowing me to share my journey with you. All Glory to God!