What we choose to let go matters just as much as what we keep. This isn’t a resale service—it’s a invitation to offload with care. I ask questions to help you decide what stays and why, what goes, and where it should go next: What role did this piece play? Does it still support the life I’m living? What kind of future do I hope it finds?

You’ll also find a selection of garments and accessories from my own evolving life —pieces that still have beauty, function, and story left in them. Some are offered as gifts. Others are available for purchase, always with context, always with care.

Stories from my closet

  • Eternal Style, or Just a Short Memory?

    A few weeks after dropping off a donation at my local thrift store, I wandered in—just browsing. From across the room, a blue skirt caught my eye. “Wow,” I thought, “this is so me.” I made a beeline for it… and realized it was mine. I had donated it. Apparently, I have a type. Turns out, when you buy with intention—quality, color, silhouette—you might just fall in love with the same thing twice.

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  • Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more

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  • Maybe you have a creative project to share with the world

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  • This clutch is striking, a deep red with an aquamarine clasp and a gold chain that catches light. It can be worn or tucked away, bold or quiet. I first saw it in Hong Kong, December 2017, between flights and family weddings. At the time, the price felt excessive, something I admired but told myself I didn’t deserve.

    I no longer believe that story or talk to myself that way.

    When I returned to Hong Kong in July 2018, I bought the clutch as a gift to myself. A marker of everything I had accomplished up to that point. A moment of claiming joy and self-recognition.

    It’s been with me to parties and celebrations, and like a few other pieces, still carries mementoes from past nights out. Raffle tickets. A cocktail napkin. A scribbled address. All reminders of a season in my life that was full, fast, and fearless.

    But I’ve changed. That version of me is no longer who I am. I’m proud of her, but I approach life differently now. More grounded. More deliberate.

    I’m not sure yet whether I’ll keep this clutch or let it go. But its story belongs here for what it meant, and what it has helped me see.

  • In the Archive. Currently not for sale.