It’s hard to explain a girl crush. It’s not chill.
It’s pretending to be cool while your hands are fully sweaty. It’s the mindset of “how do I exist in a way that’s just cool enough to be in your presence?”
Anyway. That’s how I feel about @saipua
The sheep. The soap. The whole hand-milled but wrapped in the prettiest paper you’ve ever seen thing thing. Sustainable AND beautiful AND female and family-led. *chefs kiss*
Thank you for existing the way you do, and for being part of The Weavers Studio.
As Wayne and Garth would say, I’m not worthy!
Within my cabinets I keep a rotating mix of carefully chosen pieces: scents, tastes, wellness, home and ritual items. So when you reach out for a gift box, I can build something considered and beautiful from what’s already here. Tell me who it’s for, what your intention is, and I’ll take it from there.
Sunlight, sunset, flowers turning rust-kissed, candles flickering through poetry, abalone flashing back at us. How did we end up alive at the same time as all of this beauty, let alone be allowed to play with it?
A custom box created in conversation with my best friend, @lindsaygerberinteriors , for her cherished clients.
Every object was chosen the same way a room is built. With restraint, intention, and respect for materials that age well.
Nothing added for the sake of fullness. Nothing without a reason.
Just as she is: Grounded, generous, warm, confident.
I love kids 🤝 kids love parties
I didn’t expect family-friendly parties to be my favorite genre, but here we are. When you’re celebrating the life you’re building, kids and family aren’t a footnote, they’re the whole point.
Celebrating a life in motion just feels incomplete without grubby hands, meltdowns, the sweetest hugs, face paint, feral dress-up, and the wild, unhinged creativity only small minds can dream up 🤸
Shout out to everyone else who is of the “that’s a nice box” generation of age.
There is something deeply satisfying about a really well-sized box that actually holds up.
Our boxes can be reused for shipping, storage, or simply recycled. It’s as simple as that.
And no, we’re not into wooden boxes. We just aren’t. They’re expensive, rarely get reused, and they’re often not sustainably sourced.
What matters to us is what’s inside.
Events move fast. It’s easy to dissociate, to float above your body.
For multi-day gatherings, I channel my besties and mentors who always center creativity (@Crystale , @elleluna , sorry to call you out) and ask my clients to do the same.
Working with your hands, staying with the moment, pulls you back into the room, into yourself, and into connection with others.
I’m very good at dissociating, so practices like this feel less like a luxury and more like maintenance. I loved this clay moment in Mexico. Grounding, in the most literal way.
For a night that’s a little decadent and a little undone 🕯️ 🖤
Host dress, Chosen by @shopeli : @AlixofBohemia Athen Jet Coin Silk Dress
Hand-loomed silk, ruffle-trimmed neckline, slit hem, hand-embellished with golden metal coins arranged in Klimt-inspired symbolic motifs.
Host gift, Chosen by @weaver.studio : @Trudon “Ernesto” candle.
A hotel of Havana, overtones of leather and tobacco meddles with the smoke of cigars.
Head Notes
Bergamot, Grapefruit, Rhum
Heart Notes
Oak Wood, Clove, Labdanum, Patchouli
Base Notes
Tobacco, Amber, Leather, Moss
Every once in a while, I get to work with a vendor so special I almost don’t want to say their name out loud, like I might jinx it. I feel genuinely honored they’re part of my community. @trudon is one of them.
Crafted by the world’s oldest candle maker, with centuries of history behind it, each candle reflects an enduring commitment to quality, sustainability, and care. Made from natural waxes for a clean burn and composed with extraordinary attention to scent, the warm and grounding fragrances are the result of generations spent perfecting the craft.
Palm Springs daydream by @MatthewDavidStudio
For a client who prefers to live under-the-radar, but who I am, unfortunately for all of us, completely obsessed with and fundamentally incapable of being normal about, whether I’m in their presence or 1,095 miles away (I clocked it). I miss them immensely, and these photos are doing a lot of emotional work RN.
Kisses!
