There’s something ancient in the handmade.
Something your body remembers, even if your mind has forgotten.
The weight of a ceramic mug, still warm from firing.
The brushstroke that doesn’t follow rules.
The cedar grain in a hand-built chair, whispering of trees and time.
In a world obsessed with convenience, handmade is a beautiful rebellion.
I’ve always known I was creative.
Even as a child, I was building, crafting, painting. Finding joy in creating with my hands. That was my happiest place. Not because anyone told me it mattered, but because something in me needed to create. It was never about learning to be an artist. It was always about remembering that I already was.
Spring isn’t just a season, it’s a soft invitation to begin again. To open the windows, shake out the dust, and make space for something new to take root. If you’re like me, the urge to clear and clean hits hard this time of year. After months (or years, let’s be honest) of accumulation, clutter, and life happening at full speed, the mess starts to weigh on the spirit.
There was a time I questioned whether beauty really mattered.
With everything going on in the world, it felt small. Frivolous, even. But I’ve come to learn something that changed everything:
I didn’t start The Curated Life last week or even last year.
This brand has been growing quietly in the background of my life since 2021, through one of the hardest chapters I’ve ever faced.
Detoxing is becoming trendy these days, but it has been done by cultures around the world for centuries. Detoxing is the process of cleansing the body
“Life is beautiful”…this is Curated Art and Living’s tag line. Beauty is all around us we just have to slow down enough to actually be aware of it.
Life is complicated in today’s world. Why not make it easier on yourself and simplify. Slow living is now something that is catching on. I
