At the Threshold

Dear Dreamers,

Every artist space I’ve wandered online has felt loud to me. Too many things to click, too many voices competing for attention, too much urgency disguised as inspiration. I longed for something quieter—something that didn’t demand my energy but offered it back to me.

I wanted a space that felt like the morning after the best kind of rest: sunlight stretching across your sheets, air cool and calm, the sense that the day ahead is your own. I wanted a place where beauty wasn’t about perfection but about presence, where each choice could feel deliberate rather than overwhelming.

That’s where Dabbling Dreamer began.

Not as a storefront or a strategy, but as a response to the noise. I wanted small, thoughtful things. A shop that doesn’t flood you with options but gives you pieces you can trust. A brand that makes you feel connected not only to what you’re holding, but also to the person who made it and the rhythm it was created in.

From the beginning, Dabbling Dreamer has been about more than products. It has been about mood, ritual, and resonance. So it felt inevitable that eventually words would find their way here, too. The blog is our newest room in this house of expression. A place for letters, reflections, seasonal rituals, and the soft kind of writing you can carry with you into your days.

BUTTT I’m not building it alone.

Jess has been my unofficial curator for life—she always has the right song, the right tea, the right words. She has this effortless way of describing a moment so precisely that you realize you’ve felt it too, you just didn’t know how to name it. For years, I’ve wanted to give her a place where her words could unfold freely, and Dabbling Dreamer finally feels like that place.

Her first piece, “Oh, the ‘Bers,” will arrive September 5th. It’s a reflection on thresholds and the turning of seasons. The perfect way to start this new chapter. She’s stepping in not as a guest but as a fellow dreamer, and I am deeply grateful to have her voice shaping the space alongside mine.

When I imagine Dabbling Dreamer five years from now, I don’t see an empire. I see a collective. I picture shelves holding work from artists whose visions deserve to be seen. I picture seasonal rotations that let beauty breathe instead of mass-producing it. I picture a small shop near where I live, doubling as a studio—a space filled with original art, slow offerings, and community gatherings where people come not only to shop but to connect.

This blog is only the beginning. Each piece you read here will be part of the rhythm of Dabbling Dreamer. And so I invite you to come back this Friday, September 5th, for the very first written piece from Jess.

Bring your tea, take a breath, and let her words settle into the spaces that need them most. Thank you for being here at the threshold with us 💜