There’s something I’ve never fully shared—what it felt like to return to Washington after almost three years away. When I left, The Willow Tree Co. was blossoming. I had wholesale accounts across the state, consignment partners who championed my work, and customers who looked for my booth at every “regular” market. My name, my face, my biggest dream… it was becoming a familiar part of so many homes here.
And then life shifted, and I had to leave all of that behind.
For the first time in a long time… I felt beautiful again.
So when the time came to leave, I wasn’t ready. I didn’t want to go. And yet—on that long road trip back to Washington—something shifted. With every mile, the fear softened and the excitement grew. By the time we crossed into the state, it felt like my heart was syncing back into place. I was home.
But coming home also meant facing the quiet fears no one sees:
Would anyone still remember me?
Was there still room for me here?
Could I rebuild what I once had?
Last month, I did my first markets since being back. And darlings… it felt like stepping into sunlight after a long winter. People stopped by to welcome me home. Some recognized me. Some discovered me for the first time. And the love, the kindness, the excitement—they were overwhelming in the best way.
Sales were incredible. In just one month, I made more than some people make in a year. But even more than that, it was the feeling. The confirmation. The whisper that maybe—just maybe—I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I don’t know what the future holds for me or for The Willow Tree Co., but for the first time in a long time, I’m not afraid of the unknown. I’m excited. I’m hopeful. And I’m ready to see where this next chapter leads.
Here’s to coming home.
Here’s to starting again.
Here’s to becoming myself again—one candle, one story, one beautiful moment at a time.