There’s a little bird in all of us that wants to sing and greet the new day as if it was soaked in golden rays and drenched in warmth. Even when grey quilts blanket the sky, the same tiny rays of sunlight dance across our pillowcases, just in a silvery hue.

There’s joy in every passing moment. We just need to give ourselves little reminders to open our eyes to it. When we curate our home with items that anchor us in comfort, joy, and creativity we begin to create a haven that pulls enjoyment out of anything, even the mundane