Every time I prepare for one of my groups to arrive, there’s a familiar flutter in my chest—a quiet mix of anticipation and tenderness. I want everything to be just right. I wonder if the places I love will speak to them the way they speak to me. I hope the magic I see here, the joy, the charm, the quiet beauty of the everyday, will shine through in their eyes too.
And then, as always, something extraordinary happens.
The group arrives, and with them, a sense of ease begins to bloom. They may have never met before, but somehow—without needing to say it—we’re already on the same page.
There’s a generosity of spirit, a kindness in every exchange, and a shared curiosity that binds us.
It’s more than antique markets and shopping. It’s more than the thrill of finding a treasure for a shop or a cherished corner at home. It’s connection. It’s community. It’s the simple, soulful joy of sharing stories, moments, and memories in the making.
To everyone who has walked this path with me—thank you. Thank you for your trust, your warmth, your open hearts. You make this journey richer than I ever imagined. I feel so grateful, to witness this coming together time and time again.
With all my heart, thank you, to all of you xxx
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