Hi! I’m Carrie Flynn - a quiet creative, graphic designer, and marketing enthusiast. Born and raised in Iowa, the Midwest is proudly my forever home.  I’m a mom to two wise and hilarious kids and a wife to my college sweetheart. 

I find joy in the kitchen. You’ll find me there, along with the kids, cooking up what some would call meals, but I prefer to see them as culinary experiments. Who needs a recipe, anyway?   I’m happy to report, the experiments turn out well…. except for that one time. But that’s a story for another day. And of course design has to find its way into the picture somehow, so I’ve been known to cook up fully designed menus for simple meals.  

I’m an introvert through and through. My creative super power is the ability to think in pictures. I remember so clearly the day I learned that this isn’t how everyone operates. It helps me bring creative concepts to life visually for clients, and I’ve learned to truly harness the power of it all.

I’m a Gemini poster child: passive yet competitive, rarely excitable yet passionate about certain things, spontaneous but planned,  and a little bit of a rebel inside but demure on the outside.

I’ve had a passion for art and advertising since grade school. I loved the feeling of bringing an idea to life with my vision and my hands.  I pursued a degree in fine arts and graphic design in college and relish how the power of images, along with their partner, words, can tell a story, pursuade, and inspire.

Sampler platters and cheese plates are my love language. If we are together in a restaurant, I’m so the girl that will eye your plate, because undoubtedly I want one bite of everything in the restaurant. Nobody can predict what I will order - and we better have all the time in the world because I will seriously consider every item on the menu. What’s in my cheese drawer, you ask? Only 14 varieties. It’s totally normal. Right?

Crafting and creativity run strong through my bloodline. I remember admiring my great, great, (maybe another great) aunt Nona’s oil painting of daisies on the wall at my childhood home and impectively designed knitted doll clothes my great grandmother made, and on down the line, and now think, “ah yes, it makes sense”.