About me

Where It All Started
Hello — I’m so glad you’ve found your way here. Before you dive into what I’ve made, I want to tell you how this all began. It wasn’t part of some plan or business dream — just a quiet, steady pull to make things with my hands. Over time, that pull turned into a rhythm, and eventually, a life. This is how it came together — piece by piece.

Age 10 – The First Quiet Spark
At ten, I completely lost myself in creating for the first time. I found an old drawer filled with buttons and tangled chains and spent hours trying to make something new from it all. I didn’t know it back then, but that calm, absorbed moment planted the very first seed.

Age 17 – Handmade and Shared
By seventeen, I was giving away simple things — rough earrings, little necklaces — often pieced together from scraps or odds and ends. It wasn’t about showing off. I just loved making something for someone. And when I saw a friend still wearing one weeks later, I knew it meant more than I’d realized.

Age 31 – The Creative Thread Returns
At thirty-one, life had moved in a hundred directions, but I kept circling back to creating. I got my first real tools, set up a table near the window, and started working with intention. The work got stronger. And with it, so did my sense of direction.

Age 45 – A First Step Forward
At forty-five, a friend pushed me to bring a few pieces to a local market. I remember my hands trembling as I set everything out. Then someone stopped, smiled at a pair of earrings, and bought them. It was a small thing — and everything changed in that moment.

Age 56 – Carving Out a Place
At fifty-six, I turned the shed out back into my workspace. Nothing elaborate — just sunlight, tools, and shelves filled with tiny things waiting to become something new. That same year, my daughter helped me launch my online shop. When an order came in from across the country, it felt like a small kind of wonder.

Age 68 – Creating, More Gently
Now, at sixty-eight, I move through my days with more ease. I spend time with my grandchildren, enjoy slow mornings, take long walks. But the studio still calls me back. I keep making — not to grow or chase goals, but because it brings me peace. And every time I send something out, I hope it carries that feeling with it.