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{Childhood} Telling My Story: Narratives of my Look Book

{Childhood} Telling My Story: Narratives of my Look Book


I grew up in a suburb of northern Delaware. My family is from South Carolina—just outside Charleston in Goose Creek and James Island—so my upbringing was grounded in southern sensibilities and ways of being. In fact, most of my summers growing up involved trips to South Carolina to visit my extended family. I can remember my grandmama making her famous secret recipe tortillas in the kitchen—and my mom and my aunt (her daughters) teasing her with “are they done yet, mama?” All of us cousins meanwhile were running around outside playing tag amongst the blooms of my grandmama’s backyard garden, totally oblivious to the mosquitoes and the bees of course. My granddaddy was conducting his usual business of cooking on the grill and tending the garden while dressed in his denim overalls with the red sweat rag in the back right pocket, worn-in tee shirt, and his straw hat (if you’ve ever spent time outside in the summer in the south, then you understand his attire and accoutrements).

For summers not spent in the south, I was still outside or at the neighborhood pool with my best friend Elizabeth. Our families grew up together—her house was across the street from mine, so we all saw a lot of each other (and have the home-movies to prove it). Her three older brothers, my two older brothers, and the two of us made for some entertaining games of flashlight tag, catch-and-release lightning bugs, roller skating, and just general mischief and fun. Mind you this was all before the internet or when “gaming” was a way of life—we all spent our time outside, in the dirt and rolling around in the grass or by the pool, all the while making up crazy stories to share and taking every opportunity to add yet another totally hilarious moment to our arsenal of “inside jokes.”

I know I’m one of the lucky ones to say I had a great childhood. I thank God everyday for the chance to have been a kid. Tanned skin and scuffed knees, sore bellies from laughing so hard, and fond memories to last a lifetime.

Importance of Narrative

Warmth of a Memory + Strength of a Story

Beyond running a successful business and a foundation, I’m looking to connect with people. Ever since I was a little girl I loved storytelling. As an adult, I can appreciate the strength of narrative and how it can both encourage and inspire. Narrative can bring people together, transport you to familiar and faraway places, and often: narrative can heal.

Your sense of smell is the strongest attached to memory. A certain aroma can do wonders to connect us with and resurface old memories. And while it’s important to live in the present, there’s something truly meaningful in remembering moments from our own history. Sharing these stories with each other is such a powerful and joyful experience in humility, kindness, and understanding. For survivors of trauma, like myself, sharing your story is critical to the success of the healing process.

Each of my scents are inspired by people, places, and experiences from my life. The unique names reflect moments of my story, revealed and experienced with each burn. So far, I’ve shared parts about my childhood; my time as a freshly single woman trying to rebuild herself whilst living in a studio apartment in Washington, DC; my partner and his unconditional love and unwavering support; my time in France when I fell in love with the discovery of the new and first realized the importance of listening to and trusting myself; and a bit about my experience of being raised in a southern family with southern values. I also feature scents that represent ideas and beliefs that are meaningful to me.

 {Cooking} Telling My Story: Narratives of my Look Book

{Cooking} Telling My Story: Narratives of my Look Book

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