If you’ve been following our journey here in the journal or on Instagram, you’ve likely noticed my recent textile explorations, particularly ice-dyeing with natural dye stuffs. This creative exploration has been inspired by the ephemeral beauty—and bounty—of the autumn season.

I want to take a snapshot of this moment, immortalize it, and carry it with me as we move deeper into fall. I want to see it on my walls, breath it into my body, feel it against my skin.

That’s why I’m thrilled to introduce my new capsule collection, “Wild Harvest Reverie.”

L’shana tovah, my friends! As I’m writing this week’s journal entry it is erev Rosh Hashanah–the first night we celebrate the new year of the Jewish calendar and the beginning of the Days of Awe. It’s a time of celebration, but also a time of deep reflection.

This week has been a tough one. Alongside a challenging sleep regression, our family has officially joined the ranks of parents with sick little ones now that school is back in session. Welcome to autumn! While we curled up with our little girl in our favorite cozy spots, I found myself reflecting on where I feel most comfortable in my home.

Do you have a go-to spot? A place where the people are fantastic, the food and drinks are delightful, and the ambiance sparkles? ✨

I can’t pinpoint exactly when my husband and I began frequenting The Kitchen Table in Pound Ridge, but it quickly became our favorite weekend spot. It was the site of our daughter’s first restaurant experience at just six weeks old, and we celebrated my mom’s 70th birthday with a cozy brunch there. (And not for nothing, they still greet us warmly by name every time we come in—despite our daughter’s “scream at everyone you see” phase!)

After my first year as an architecture student, I found myself scrolling through Craigslist (does anyone still use Craigslist for job searches anymore?) looking for summer internships. It came down to two options: interning at a Manhattan hospitality architecture firm or a textile designer’s studio in Brooklyn. As a student of architecture, I felt an unspoken pressure to choose the architecture firm—after all, that’s what you’re “supposed” to do, right? So, I took the position, spending the summer immersed in vinyl baseboards and designing floor plank layouts for hotel ballrooms.

Can I tell you a secret? When I decided to dive back into painting after a long break (we’re talking years since I’d last squeezed out a tube of paint), I found myself paralyzed at the thought of using a canvas. I had this small stack of canvas boards stashed away, but I just couldn’t bring myself to use them. I was overwhelmed with anxiety about my skills (or lack thereof) and terrified of “wasting” good materials on what might turn out to be less-than-perfect experiments. But the itch to create became too strong to ignore.

This week was a tough one for me. I’ve been working really hard— and loving it! —on some new creative projects. Maybe it was too many late nights or not enough attention to my emotional well-being. On Thursday, I got a bit of a wake-up call. At first, I thought the bright spot in the corner of my vision was from staring at my computer screen too long. But after I took a computer break and the bright spot just kept growing, I knew this was something else. Why hello, migraine with an aura! 👋

Anyone else out there a recovering perfectionist? 

When I was sixteen, I was awarded a scholarship to attend a summer program at California College of the Arts for drawing and printmaking. This experience was a turning point in my creative journey, marking the first time I was encouraged to stop trying so hard. It wasn’t that the work required no effort—it demanded intense focus and presence of mind—but it was more about getting into that elusive “flow” state and embracing the unexpected. It’s the classic “90% preparation, 10% magic” equation.

’m especially excited because Three Birch Hill has been selected to participate in the 2024 Hudson Valley Farm & Flea! This special one-day event will take place on Saturday, October 12th, in the historic Museum Village of Monroe, NY. Why is this such a big deal? Beyond the opportunity to connect with a diverse group of local farmers, collectors, and makers, this event allows me to meet you in person! As a primarily virtual practice, this is a rare chance for us to connect face-to-face. I’m thrilled to showcase our exquisite pieces up close, where you can truly appreciate their craftsmanship and quality. But more importantly, this is a chance to share my passion for art, design, and a well-loved life with you.

As a first time parent during the tail-end of the COVID-19 pandemic, I’m not sure I understood the probability that I could - or more likely would - experience postpartum depression or other mood disorders. I found myself feeling so alone, craving connection, but also confused as to how to reach out - even to my husband, other family, and my closest friends. The experience profoundly shook me.

How it all begins - a tiny seed…