25/08/2026
A few years ago, I took the little capital I had and left my mum’s house with one goal: to start something of my own.
I honestly didn’t know exactly where the journey would take me. I just knew I wanted to build something I could be proud of.
I started small. Very small.
There were days when sales were terrible. Days I questioned myself. Days I wondered if I had made the right decision. I had to learn everything along the way
how to manage money, deal with customers, handle staff, make mistakes, fix those mistakes, and keep the business running even when I was tired.
There were moments I wanted to give up.
There were times things happened that made me feel like all my effort was going to waste.
But somehow, I kept going.
What started as a small idea has grown into something I sometimes have to stop and look at twice because I can’t believe how far we’ve come.
And today, seeing this renovated shop feels different.
Because I know what it took to get here.
I know the sleepless nights.
I know the sacrifices.
I know the money I put back into the business when I could have spent it on myself.
I know the disappointments.
I know the times I cried, got frustrated, wanted to quit
and still showed up the next day.
This shop isn’t just a shop to me.
It’s a reminder that small beginnings can become beautiful stories.
I’m not where I want to be yet, but I’m definitely not where I started.
And for that, I’m genuinely grateful. ❤️
To everyone who has supported me, bought from me, recommended my business, encouraged me, or simply believed in me
thank you.
This is only one chapter.
We’re still building. 🥹❤️
From a small beginning to something I can finally look at and say, “Wow… I actually built this.”
