About

Life has a way of testing us, and I found myself at my breaking point. After being out of work for five months, I faced the harsh reality of being the sole provider for my household with zero income. With two sons—one a senior in high school and the other a middle schooler—and the sting of inflation hitting us hard, I was caught unprepared for this storm. Financial strain, mental exhaustion, and depleting resources left me feeling completely overwhelmed. For the first time, I sought help from a counselor, breaking through the stigmas I had placed around myself in getting help.
My counselor introduced me to the idea of self-care. Slowly, I began picking up the pieces—both within myself and around my home. I found solace in small acts of rejuvenation, like cleaning up and using different home fragrances to bring life back into our space. I gave myself grace as I slowly put my home back together. Finding little bits that just brought me joy again. I started to focus on gratitude and grace within my space. Creating warmth, comfort in the midst of my homes imperfections, really life’s imperfections. The journey I was on, It reminded me of my Southern roots—of the times when the front porch light was always on, all were welcome, hospitality was key. Music filled our home, candles flickered in every corner, and a warm sense of welcome radiated through the rooms. One example comes to mind. One Thanksgiving we had prepared the perfect meal, but the chairs we were expecting for our guests never arrived. Soon to be a house full of visitors I improvised—lowering the table almost to the floor and spreading every decorative pillow in our home around the table as seating. Laughter filled the room as everyone embraced the unique setup, and it became one of the most memorable Thanksgivings we ever had. Our dining table was surrounded by neighbors and strangers, people who didn’t know each other but became family that day. Don’t get me wrong I love a starched folded napkin, crystal and it has it’s place. That day I learned that beauty lies in imperfection, much like the weathered rustic patina on a cherished antique makes it so perfect. This is the essence I want to share through Blissful Heart and Home. I want to bring people together, to create a sense of gathering, comfort, and connection in every product. Hospitality, warmth, and the art of making family out of strangers are becoming lost traditions that I hope to revive. What started as a journey of self-care has blossomed into a business built on the joy of shared experiences, creating a home that smells lovely, feels warm, and exudes love.
As my company grows, I promise to give back, just as I have been given to. My purpose is to love my neighbors and the world around me. I never want to be greedy or hold success only for myself. My goal is to one day share stories on of how, together, we can do good with a portion of my company’s profits. I invite you to pull up a chair, stay awhile, and find joy in the products I create and source—each one made or gathered with the hope of bringing a little more love, warmth, and community back into our homes.