About Us

Wabi Sabi, a Japanese word softly interpreted "Perfectly Imperfect".  I say softly, because there is no direct translation.  Language is beautiful and such a gift to learn.  When you are able to know more languages, you are able to communicate exactly what you feel in that moment regardless of the dialect.  Some situations cannot be translated definitively in just one language.   When it comes to how I decorate my home and garden, I want a "perfectly imperfect"  reminder on how life evolves.   

I have always loved things with a story, or an "old soul".  For the last 9 years, my family has lived and traveled the world.  We lived in Japan, back in the USA, and then in the English countryside.  Loving the aesthetics of where I live has been important to me since I can remember.  Traveling and living abroad has opened my eyes to not only what is truly beautiful, but what can become beautiful through a collection over time and the evolution of our family's journey on the world map.  I want to share these worldly collections to help evolve your "perfectly imperfect" living space so that you too can not only love where you live, but thrive in your surroundings.

I am a creative person who has always valued the "senses" of where I reside.  I have always loved to look at what sparks joy, smelled the scents of the season and listened to nature in my surroundings.  How I feel in my space is important to how I not only see the world but how I function in it.  We all have our "sweet spot".  Mine changes with the seasons but some things remain the same: order, really good smells, and some chaos with a story.  

I think my entrepreneurial spirit comes from my immigrated family.  Like most immigrants, I had some real go-getters that needed to elevate themselves from where they came from in order to survive. Lucky for me, I was able to learn my family history from the mouths of those who knew the sacrifice needed to not only survive but to make a home.  In my family I learned that everyone is welcome and our home is our story to share.  Part of my husband's story is much more rooted in language and romance, at least from my view.  I have always loved language and funny enough I met a Spanish "illiterate" Cuban.  Through rose colored glasses, I learned the real romance of a "foreign language".  One of my favorite Spanish phrases is:  "Bienvenidos, mi casa es su casa".  "Welcome, my house is your house."  My family believed this and lived this without a proper "slogan" for it.  My husband's culture closed that gap and my love for a "describer dialect" flourished.  Fortunately, we have become a family that thrives and enjoys the finer worldly things in life with "slogans" from multiple languages. 

I have wanted a shop as long as I can remember.  Maybe it was from visiting the butcher shop my grandparents owned?  I loved how my grandmother interacted with the regular customers and how she knew just what they needed.  I remember the smells, good and bad.  I remember walking the isles and taking in the order of the stock on the shelves and the promise it had to those who shopped there.  I would like to help build a story of good memories through your senses so that you too can fill your home with a worldly collection of your "perfectly imperfect" life and build a story for generations to come.