"Come in out of the darkness"
"Come in out of the darkness"
Welcome to my little hidden rose garden — a weathered yet enchanted corner of the internet, like an abandoned Victorian mansion draped in velvet and lit by candlelight. Within these walls you’ll find Old Hollywood glamour, fashion steeped in retro loveliness, and stories spun from the silk of memory.
This space is a living love letter — written in cursive and sealed with perfume — sharing heartfelt reflections, coastal adventures, and the hidden gems I stumble upon in quiet corners of New England. Each post is a soft-spoken souvenir from my heart to yours, inspired by sun-faded Vogue covers, vintage treasure hunts, and the salt-laced air of hometown streets I adore.
Let this be your invitation to wander through the beauty of the past and present, where every corner is a story, and every story feels like home.
There’s something quietly magical about the way my mom moves through life — even at 70, she carries the wonder of a little girl discovering the world for the first time. These small, intimate details — her love for
Life lately has been unpredictable — heavy at times, healing at others. But through it all, I’ve been finding ways to soften the edges. I’m learning to live like I’m in a story — one that’s handwritten, slow, a little vintage, and very much mine.
Girlhood is lace-trimmed and sun-washed, soft as peonies and as fleeting as fireflies. It lives in the shimmer of childhood summers—swimming until our suits faded pale by the sun, barefoot in the grass, catching light in glass jars, making wishes we thought the world would keep.