I have space for 3 more custom orders before the new year. Reach out if you’ve been meaning to reach out. :)
If I said I wasn’t worried I’d be lying. Trying to stay grounded today, this week, furthermore, and hold onto what’s good and true. May all the prayers to our ancestors yesterday carry us through.
Tapers for these darker days are necessary. These are handmade in Maine. I once challenged myself during a dark winter to try and embrace it and use only the short day light and candle light at night to exist and adjust to our natural circadian rhyth
This child of mine is every animal in one plus human plus mystical being.
New vintage is now live on the top of my website. I didn’t mean to be so hype, I just drag my feet taking measurements. I had fun :) Will add more soon, as well as new pieces of jewelry and spoons I’ve formed.
En la tarde.
I can take a handful (can be ear full or arm, neck, ankle too ;) ) of custom orders for the holidays this year. Must order by November 7th. Just email me issamars@issamars.com. Thank you :)
Behind on time but not behind the times. Wool vintage skirt with the coolest pleat slit. Visible button is being pressed soon. All will have measurements too.
Stillness
That vintage drop I promised is coming Friday. Thought I would announce it solely via email but alas here I am. 🦢 Again.
Silver Spoon of Life. For Nan.
Popping by to wish my other 1/2 a Happy 37th trip around our star of life. Birthdays still count even if you don’t post but I’m still de-programming.
Going to take in this world straight to the face with no phone or screen in hand or in front of it for a little bit. Wish me luck. My website and email (issamars@issamars.com) will be places to reach me and at the physical space on Friday’s fro
Some cream vintage silk coming to the site and shop. Again, I’ll steam it crisp and straight for you I promise.
Four years ago, the ever beautiful Alyssa in freshly acquired organic oval earrings in a freshly opened physical space. I would believe my dream to be a foolish one after these years without the support of those I admire keeping me on my feet and afl
From a wet morning in Maine when the rain revealed all of the secret silken homes of the spiders.
Context is everything. When you touch something and it becomes your own. Just a woman over here who acquired this vintage mid century chrome cantilever/rocking chair all in one from a dear friend for a very reasonable price, after searching online en
My local farmers are on my daily thank you list. An artful compost pile.