Half-Decent Studio was born from burnout, questionable decisions, and a craving to feel something real.

How it Started: Perfectionism & Pinterest Boards

Once upon a time, I loved art.

Then I grew up, got really good at people-pleasing, and turned into a perfectionist’s wet dream. Society said color inside the lines, so I boxed up my creativity, slapped a label on it that read “not good enough,” and shelved it somewhere between repressed dreams and Pinterest wedding boards (please tell me I'm not the only single girl who made those).

 

Burnout & F.O.B.T (Fear of Bedazzled Tees)

Fast forward 20 years: I'm thriving on paper—working hard, building someone else’s dream. Late nights, early mornings, conferences on weekends. I’m one big check and one sleepless night away from rocking a bedazzled “girl boss” tee.

But creatively? Bankrupt. Emotionally? Beige.

So I did something reckless:
I started making art no one clapped for—and I loved it.

Not Good. Not Sorry.

I stopped trying to impress and started trying to express—and in the mess, I found a version of myself I actually liked. Chaotic, confused, but honest. That busted the door wide open to something I didn’t even know I was starving for: raw creativity, loud vulnerability, and a crew of humans who couldn’t care less about being polished.

 

If You’re Here, You Get It (and You Might Be Screwed, Too)

Half-Decent Studio isn’t about being the best. It’s about being real. It’s for the ones who make questionable choices and wear them like a badge—because mistake or not, they’re your decisions. It’s for the feel-everything types, the laugh-too-loud types, the show-up-unfiltered types.

If you’ve ever felt too weird, too much, too loud, too emotional—or just too damn human—pull up a chair.

You belong here.