I love New England for the seasons. The only way one can truly appreciate the the sweat of an August night is to remember the rawness of a mid-February day. The true smell of fall is decaying leaves, but I also love pumpkin spice. I tend to plant my seeds too early, because I can't wait for the warmth of the sun to fade the browns into greens. The holidays are about coming together, but I also put my tree up the Friday after Thanksgiving. I've spent my entire life here in the Northeast. First in Connecticut and now to a little house on a dead end road in New Hampshire. Life is quiet and beautiful. I try to spend ample time outside, in the garden, in the forests, and high up on mountains. I want to see and do it all. From jewelry to wall art, I hope to capture the colors and sensibilities of the things I love and excite me. I hope you feel the same way.