Welcome to My Corner of the Sparkleverse
Hi, I'm Brooke Zook. ✨
Artist 🎨. Sparkle Maker ✨. Joy Chaser 🌈. Jesus Lover ✝️. Mom 💛. Professional Encourager 🌟.
I'm also the owner of Brooke Zook Art, a business built around one simple belief:
Joy matters.
My mission is to help spiritually minded women, moms, creatives, and families reconnect with joy, creativity, and purpose through uplifting art, faith-infused sparkle products, and meaningful experiences 🌸✨.
Whether I'm creating a painting 🎨, adding glitter to someone's day ✨, painting faces at an event, or sharing stories from behind the scenes of my life, my goal is always the same:
To create ripple effects of joy and freedom 🌊💛.
For me, Brooke Zook Art has never been just about selling products.
It's about helping people feel seen.
It's about creating a connection.
It's about celebrating creativity 🎨.
It's about finding light even during difficult seasons 🌤️.
It's about remembering that beauty, hope, and joy still exist 🌈.
This blog is where I'll be sharing the stories behind the art, the sparkle, the events, the vehicles, the lessons, the faith, the victories, the struggles, and everything in between.
Some weeks will be funny.
Some weeks will be messy.
Some weeks might even make us cry.
But my hope is that every story reminds us that life is worth celebrating 🎉 and that God is still writing beautiful chapters we can't always see yet 📖✨.
So welcome to the Sparkleverse ✨🌌.
I'm glad you're here.
Now let me tell you about this week's adventure... 🌟
Some weeks are filled with major accomplishments.
Other weeks quietly reveal what really matters.
This week felt like a beautiful mixture of business building, problem solving, letting go, creating hope, and remembering why I do what I do in the first place ✨.
Learning to Respect the Heat ☀️🔥
Summer has officially arrived in Pennsylvania, and once again, I'm being reminded to respect my body's limits 🧡.
Living with MS means heat isn't simply uncomfortable. It can completely drain my energy and make even simple tasks feel overwhelming.
For years, I've tried to push through it.
This week I finally invested in a Bluetti power station that allows me to run fans, chargers, lights, and other essentials while working from my storage unit or serving customers at outdoor events.
At first glance, it looks like a practical purchase.
But for me, it represents something much bigger.
Instead of constantly fighting my limitations, I'm learning to create systems that support success.
I'm learning to work with my body instead of against it.
That theme seemed to show up everywhere this week ✨.
Building Better Systems ⚙️✨
Behind the scenes, we continued improving the Sparkleverse experience 🌈.
We worked on website improvements, subscriber welcome experiences 💌, email automations, customer follow-up systems, and ways to make every new customer feel genuinely welcomed.
One realization kept surfacing:
The goal isn't collecting email addresses.
The goal is building relationships 💫.
I want every person who joins the Sparkleverse to feel like they're stepping into a community, not entering a marketing funnel 🌸.
A huge part of making that possible is my incredible virtual assistant, Nikka 💻✨.
If you've followed me for any length of time, you know my brain moves at approximately the speed of light ⚡. Ideas appear out of nowhere, projects evolve mid-conversation, and what starts as one task often becomes ten more before the first one is finished 😅.
Trying to organize my creative chaos is no small feat.
Yet somehow Nikka manages to take my endless stream of ideas, voice notes, pivots, and random inspirations and transform them into systems that actually move the business forward ✨.
What amazes me most is that she continues showing up with grace, patience, and professionalism even while navigating challenges in her own life, including recent earthquakes and disruptions on her side of the world.
I'm incredibly grateful she's part of this journey.
Every task she takes off my plate allows me to focus more energy on creativity 🎨, connection, and serving the people who make up this amazing community 🌈.
Letting Go of Old Baggage 🚗💭
One of the biggest themes this week was releasing things that no longer serve us.
That became especially evident as we revisited our modified 1987 Pontiac Fiero 🚗.
After years of work, upgrades, family labor, parts, memories, and investment, we've begun seriously exploring selling the car 🛠️.
At first glance, it might seem like we're simply selling a project vehicle.
But the truth is that the car represents an entire chapter of our lives.
The mold years.
My husband's epilepsy journey.
Starting over.
Rebuilding.
Learning how to navigate circumstances we never expected.
Sometimes letting go isn't failure.
Sometimes letting go is freedom 🕊️.
Sometimes it's simply making room for whatever God has planned next.
Mr. Sprinkles & the Power of Hope 🍦🚐
If the Fiero represents releasing an old chapter, Mr. Sprinkles represents everything we're building next 🌈.
For those who don't know, Mr. Sprinkles is our 1974 Chevy Grumman ice cream truck 🍦🚐.
But calling him a vehicle doesn't begin to capture what he means to our family 💛.
Mr. Sprinkles has become a symbol of resilience, hope, gratitude, faith, and second chances.
Over the years, I've poured countless Brooke Zook Art dollars into helping bring this dream to life ✨.
There have been moments when we've scraped by financially, stretched every dollar, and made choices that didn't always make sense to the people around us 🌿.
More than once, we've had well-meaning family members look at us with confusion and ask why we're still hanging on to these old vehicles.
Why not just sell them?
Why keep pouring time, energy, money, and attention into something so impractical?
What many people don't realize is that these vehicles were never really about the vehicles 💛.
They represent survival 🌱.
They represent resilience.
They represent hope.
They represent dreams that refused to die, even when life became incredibly difficult.
I sometimes wonder if one of the saddest things that happens as adults is that many people stop dreaming.
Life beats them up.
Responsibilities pile up.
Disappointments accumulate.
And eventually they stop believing that something beautiful might still be waiting around the corner.
My husband never stopped dreaming. ✨
Even after the mold years.
Even after epilepsy changed the trajectory of our lives.
Even after losing friendships, feeling isolated, and finding himself in a season where support was scarce and the circle around him became very small.
There were times when it felt like he only had a handful of people who truly understood what he was carrying.
Yet somehow he kept believing. ✨💖
Not in the old version of success.
Not in ego.
Not in proving something to the world.
But in rebuilding a life that aligned with who he had become.
A quieter life.
A more authentic life.
A life centered on faith, purpose, freedom, and service.
Mr. Sprinkles represents that journey.
He's not just a truck.
He's a rolling reminder that God can rebuild things we thought were lost. 💖
Dreams.🌟
Purpose.
Identity.
Community.
Hope.🌈
The off-grid solar setup.
The battery bank.
The rooftop air conditioning.
The freedom to travel.
The ability to show up wherever we're called to serve.
It all reflects something I've always believed:
We are called to be in the world, but not of it.
To spread joy.
To create a connection. 🌟
To build community.
To remind people that light still exists.
As my husband prepares to enter Mr. Sprinkles into the GM Truck Nationals, I find myself feeling incredibly proud.
Not because of the trophies he might win.
Not because of the flames, the burnouts, the turbo, or the solar system.
But because I know what it took to get here.
The vehicle people will see this weekend is beautiful.
The story behind it is even more beautiful. ✨💖
Spooky Nook & Following the Joy✨
Father's Day weekend brought another adventure at Spooky Nook Sports.
When I arrived Saturday morning, the parking lot was overflowing, but the area where I normally work was nearly empty.
After investigating, I discovered a massive wrestling tournament had taken over another section of the facility.
Instead of staying put, I approached the right people and secured permission to relocate✨.
That decision changed everything.
Throughout the weekend I connected with wrestlers, siblings, parents, grandparents, and families from all over the region💛.
There was face paint 🎨.
There was hair tinsel.
There were sparkles.
There was laughter.
And there were countless moments of connection.
One of my favorite connections happened with a mom and her daughter who stopped by for what was supposed to be a very small face painting.
We agreed on a simple design.
But if you've ever met me, you know I struggle with the concept of "just a little."
One rainbow became rainbow hearts.
Then came extra glitter.
Then sparkles.
Then stickers.
Then a little Jesus figurine.
Before long, I had completely Brooke-Zooked the experience.
The funny thing is that the mom understood exactly why.
She and I were clearly made from the same joyful fabric.
We even discovered we wear the same Junk headbands.
What started as a customer interaction quickly became something that felt more like friendship.
Then Sunday happened.
At one point I was unexpectedly asked to relocate my entire setup.
I was frustrated.
Not because I couldn't do it.
But because it felt unnecessary and disruptive after working hard to establish momentum.
As I was settling into my new location, that same sweet mom came excitedly searching for me.
She had gifts.
Handmade keychains.
Wine bottle stoppers.
Thoughtful little treasures she had created herself.
More than the gifts, though, it was her excitement that touched me.
She wasn't looking for a service provider.
She was looking for a friend.
Her bright eyes, kind spirit, and genuine enthusiasm completely shifted my perspective.
In a moment when I could have stayed focused on my frustration, she reminded me of why I do this work in the first place.
Not for face paint.
Not for glitter.
Not for sales.
For connection.
For joy.
For those beautiful moments when strangers stop feeling like strangers.
The Rooster I'll Never Forget 🐓
The most meaningful moment of the weekend happened when a little girl approached me with a special request.
She wanted me to paint a rooster for her father as a Father's Day gift.
At first I thought it was simply because her family loved chickens.
Then I learned there was more to the story.
The rooster was connected to her sister, who had passed away.
She wanted something meaningful she could give her dad for Father's Day.
As she shared her story, I realized this wasn't really about painting a rooster.
It was grief.
It was remembrance.
It was love.
It was a daughter trying to honor both her father and the memory of someone she missed deeply.
I haven't stopped thinking about that moment.
Or crying about it.
Because in that moment, I wasn't simply creating art.
I was being invited into something sacred.
The experience reminded me that art matters because people matter.
The things we create often become vessels for memories, healing, love, and connection.
And that's far more important than anything we could ever sell.
Father's Day 💛
The week ended with a Father's Day meal shared with my dad, my husband Rob, and my son. ❤️
Three generations gathered around one table. 🍽️✨
In a week filled with projects, plans, business growth, events, and endless to-do lists, it was a beautiful reminder of what matters most.
People. 💕
Relationships. 🤝
Family. ❤️
Connection. 🌟
Looking Ahead 🌟
This coming week, I'm especially excited to volunteer with Cocoa Packs.
Their mission is simple but powerful: helping ensure children facing food insecurity have access to meals when school isn't in session.
I'll be bringing face paint, hair tinsel, sparkle, some amazing helpers, and hopefully a whole lot of smiles.
Because every child deserves to feel seen.
Every child deserves to feel celebrated.
And every child deserves to know they matter.
At the end of the day, that's what Brooke Zook Art has always been about.
Not glitter.
Not face paint.
Not vehicles.
Not websites.
Creating ripple effects of joy and freedom.
One smile at a time.
✨ Spread Joy. Shine Bright. Keep Sparkling. ✨
