2020 was the year everything changed for many people—and I was one of them.
It was a year of pausing, of coming home to ourselves. For me, it was a time to reconnect with a part of me I had pushed aside for too long—my artistic side. That brave, creative spark that had always lived within me finally had space to speak.
Not long after, I moved to a little beach town called Sayulita in Nayarit, Mexico. I didn’t know it then, but that place would guide me into a whole new life—one filled with making, with connection, with quiet beauty. I met so many people who, without realizing it, helped open the path I walk today.
One of them was Kate, who I lovingly call my fairy godmother. She became one of my best friends and chosen family. It was the spring of 2022. I was going through a hard time, and She invited me to her Studio, to make something—just for myself. She introduced me to silversmithing, and everything shifted.
I made my first necklace with her. I was hooked.There was something magical—almost alchemical—about the process. About taking silver, melting it with fire (an element I’ve always felt so close to), and slowly shaping it into something whole. Fire, metal, and intention coming together to create something beautiful.
2020 was the year everything changed for many people—and I was one of them.
It was a year of pausing, of coming home to ourselves. For me, it was a time to reconnect with a part of me I had pushed aside for too long—my artistic side. That brave, creative spark that had always lived within me finally had space to speak.
Not long after, I moved to a little beach town called Sayulita in Nayarit, Mexico. I didn’t know it then, but that place would guide me into a whole new life—one filled with making, with connection, with quiet beauty. I met so many people who, without realizing it, helped open the path I walk today.
One of them was Kate, who I lovingly call my fairy godmother. She became one of my best friends and chosen family. It was the spring of 2022. I was going through a hard time, and She invited me to her Studio, to make something—just for myself. She introduced me to silversmithing, and everything shifted.
I made my first necklace with her. I was hooked.There was something magical—almost alchemical—about the process. About taking silver, melting it with fire (an element I’ve always felt so close to), and slowly shaping it into something whole. Fire, metal, and intention coming together to create something beautiful.
I started helping Kate with her collections right away, learning so much in the process through doing, watching and feeling. Eventually, I began sourcing my own stones—and it brought me right back to childhood.
It was a magical, I will never forget that feeling, from the moment I held those minerals in my hands, and started designing my first creations, something clicked. Like a forgotten memory returning home.
When I was a little girl, we used to visit my grandmother in Arizona almost every weekend. That desert land is full of mines and minerals, and I’d always beg my parents for a small velvet pouch of stones at our usual pitstop.
Some parts of us are meant to speak. To feel. To be known.
I’d go straight to my grandmother to show her my new finds—and in return, she’d show me her beautiful jewelry. That quiet ritual of exchange—stones and stories—never left me.
Mystic Gypsy was born from this journey. It’s not just a business—it’s a way of honoring everything I’ve learned through fire, earth, and ocean. A way to give back some of the awe, healing, and aliveness I’ve been lucky to experience.
I started helping Kate with her collections right away, learning so much in the process through doing, watching and feeling. Eventually, I began sourcing my own stones—and it brought me right back to childhood.
It was a magical, I will never forget that feeling, from the moment I held those minerals in my hands, and started designing my first creations, something clicked. Like a forgotten memory returning home.
When I was a little girl, we used to visit my grandmother in Arizona almost every weekend. That desert land is full of mines and minerals, and I’d always beg my parents for a small velvet pouch of stones at our usual pitstop.
I’d go straight to my grandmother to show her my new finds—and in return, she’d show me her beautiful jewelry. That quiet ritual of exchange—stones and stories—never left me.
Some parts of us are meant to speak. To feel. To be known.
Mystic Gypsy was born from this journey. It’s not just a business—it’s a way of honoring everything I’ve learned through fire, earth, and ocean. A way to give back some of the awe, healing, and aliveness I’ve been lucky to experience.
01
Turning Point
I’ve always felt like a mermaid, and it didn’t take long before I started working with shells. I wanted to collect them by hand, from the beaches I walk during my travels. It felt more real. Almost sacred.
02
Water & Emotions
I did struggle with that decision. I know removing shells from the beach has an environmental impact. That’s why I’m transparent about the exact location where each one comes from.
03
Big Meaning
To support the ecosystems that have shaped me, I partnered with an organization called Kilómetro 1, which fights marine pollution. 10% of all shell-piece sales go directly to their efforts.
tide after tide
01
Turning Point
I’ve always felt like a mermaid, and it didn’t take long before I started working with shells. I wanted to collect them by hand, from the beaches I walk during my travels. It felt more real. Almost sacred.
02
Water & Emotions
I did struggle with that decision. I know removing shells from the beach has an environmental impact. That’s why I’m transparent about the exact location where each one comes from.
03
Big Meaning
To support the ecosystems that have shaped me, I partnered with an organization called Kilómetro 1, which fights marine pollution. 10% of all shell-piece sales go directly to their efforts.