There is something so special about the quiet energy of an early morning estate sale, and earlier this month I stumbled upon a home that felt like art.

This blog turns 10 this August, and as I approach this milestone, I’ve been reflecting on the many seasons I’ve shared here — navigating life moves, creativity slumps and how to advocate for a more feminine approach to the ‘system’ of business. And more recently, the life changing shift of becoming a parent. This space has been my digital sanctuary for exploring what it means to be a sensitive person in a (very) loud world.

I’ve always loved finding beauty in unexpected places. When I came across this vintage wallpaper, it was on its way to the landfill. There was something so special about the way the butterflies were stencilled onto the paper, and I knew I needed to reuse the paper somehow.

Last month I hired a local energy worker to clear our home. For a few years now, I’ve felt a strange sense of stagnation here. Even though there are so many things we love about this house, I couldn’t deny that the energy felt heavy and I never quite felt at home.