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Why I Became a LuLaRoe Consultant

Alright, so there’s a reason my blog has been a little stale lately – besides the fact that it took an amazing amount of effort to sit down and write during nap time!

I became a LuLaRoe fashion consultant!!

Why I Became a LuLaRoe Consultant

What is LuLaRoe? LuLaRoe is all about freedom.

  • Freedom from not being able to find something gorgeous in your size. I carry sizes XXS – 3XL!
  • Freedom from paying retail price for low quality clothes. LuLaRoe clothes are designed well, cut well, and sewn well.
  • Freedom from looking like everyone else. LuLaRoe only produces 5,000 items from each fabric! Each item is limited edition, so you get to be uniquely you, whether that’s black and gray from tip to toe or crazy color and patterns and raccoon prints (uh huh).
  • Freedom from dressing in uncomfortable clothes. The tagline is “simply comfortable”, and to be perfectly honest, that’s the only reason I wanted to find out about LuLaRoe! I can’t handle uncomfortable clothes!!
  • Freedom from paying all profits to huge corporations. My prices range from $25-$70, with half off my items squarely at $35. I’m making a great profit, and I’m a small business owner!
  • Freedom from working full time. I can work as much or as little as I want with my business, and I choose only what works for my family.

I could go on and on – literally, I deleted a few so that I could keep this post concise!

Like many moms, I’m a mom whose family requires that I make an income – pretty normal these days! And trust me, my family and I have pared down our budget to the bare bones and still required me to make an income.

Because of LuLaRoe, we’re changing what the working mom looks like in our family! I get to weekly show women that they were created beautiful! I’m grateful God brought this to my life!! I can meet more women who might be changed by the gospel and actually make money doing so?

Crazy crazy crazy! And way cool.


My dress has snails on it, y’all. Snails.

Please let me know if you have any questions about LuLaRoe! You can email me anytime at

lularoestephiepete at gmail

If you’re local, I’d love to help you earn free clothes by hosting a pop up boutique at your home or office.

Join my LuLaRoe Facebook group, where I regularly post my inventory and style ideas. https://www.facebook.com/groups/LuLaRoeStephiePete/

And of course, if you’re like me and can’t stop thinking about becoming a LuLaRoe consultant, just use my join link to partner with an amazing team! https://join.mylularoe.com/StephaniePeterson/join



Making Peace with Being a Working Mom

Can I just say it: It’s HARD being a working mom!

But I don’t mean that it’s not hard being a stay at home mom.

What I do mean is that my situation is that I’m a working mom. And I find it incredibly difficult.


Last year, at this time, I let you know that I was leaving my job. I had some part-time work that was going to fill in the income for a while, and then we were going to try to make it with a stay at home mommy. Which is what I wanted and what my heart still longs for.

Well, I ended up going back to work.

Are you confused yet?

There are many circumstances that went into us making the decision for me to quit my job, one of which was income taxes, another – larger – issue was childcare. Our regular babysitter was starting to be negligent with my son Samuel, and it wore on me more than anything else. When you work part-time, it is very difficult to find childcare. The providers just want (understandably) full-time kids.

So we made the decision. We thought it would work!

But financially, it just really wouldn’t.

However, God has been helping me come to terms with being a working mom. If it is not possible for me to be a stay at home mom, and we truly think we’re following His will, then perhaps His will for me is to be a working mom!

Maybe it’s not the choice I want to make, but it is His plan that I have to trust.

And He has made the working mom “pieces” all fit together with the least amount of pain possible.


  • The filming schedule I was on was less hours that I had worked at my other job. So as my filming was wrapping up, I inquired if they would accept me back at that amount of time per week. I had no idea if they would say Yes, but they did! It’s not a huge difference in time, but it makes a huge difference at home.
  • By His grace, we found a babysitter who is willing to work part-time, and she is sooooo good with our son. I’m so thankful for her.
  • I finally recognized that God blessed me with the ability to make a good income in a short amount of time. Financially, I could have to work 40+ hours a week, but he made it possible for me to work at 15 hours a week and still have enough for our family to give, save, and spend as we are led.

When I talk to stay at home mommies, it’s still hard for me not to covet their situation. But now that I have accepted that this is God’s plan for our family – at this time in our lives – I have so much more peace about it.

However, I’m not looking forward to going back to work after Emma is born. I remember how hard that was with Samuel, and I just don’t want to do it!

Will you remind me then what God is teaching me now?

Samuel’s First Steps

I missed them.

As I was working in the office, the babysitter came in breathless, “Have you – did you know – he can walk!”

Me: Like… how far? [because I have seen him take a step or two and leap onto things- that’s not quite walking.]

Her: Like from here to here. [Think grand canyon width.]

Me: [Gulp.] No…I haven’t seen him do that.

My cheeks are burning with emotion even now a few days later as I think about it. I missed my first child’s first steps. Because I was working. Which I don’t want to be doing and have been struggling with SO MUCH recently.

More conversation took place after that before she left my office. After which, I breathed and told myself, It’s not a big deal. I’m fine. Fine, right? Surely it’s not even true.

Then tears. I was incapacitated for a while. Her friend came by to visit and my husband Brad came home for lunch. I could hear them all in there watching him walk (which I still hadn’t seen) and laughing and cheering him on. And there I was. In my office closet (where my desk is). Face in hands. Breaths shallow. Aching heart.

I left my office door closed part of the day and tried to ignore what had happened. My heart hurt too bad to recognize it.

Should I have just walked in there, swallowed my pride, and joined in the fun? Yes, I think so, looking back. But I wanted to be mad. My heart wanted to sin in this moment, to throw a pity party for myself instead of enjoy the big gift God has given me. My son, 11-months old, so eager for life!

I should have run in there and shouted, LET ME SEE!!!! Instead, I moped in a closet.