🧭💜 When the Wind Changes Direction 💜🧭

The last few days have been a little quieter in the broom room 🧹✨

Not quieter in my mind, mind you 😏 Just quieter with words

I've been thinking a lot about direction lately. About how easy it is to spend years waiting for someone else to be excited about the things that light your soul on fire ✨Waiting for approval ✨Waiting for understanding ✨Waiting for someone to see what you see

The truth is, some people never will

And maybe that's okay💜

One of the gifts that comes with getting older is realizing that not everyone is meant to walk the same path you do.

Some people love wide safe highways. I seem to prefer winding mountain roads with no map, no plan and questionable cell service⛰️📵

The older I get, the more I find myself pulled toward things that feel real

A morning walk ☀️

A good conversation ☕

A dragonfly hovering over the grass 🪽

The smell of fresh broomcorn🌾

A project that keeps me awake because I'm excited about what it might become✨

Those things matter

This week I finished a broom with shades of navy, green, purple, and natural broomcorn. As I worked, it reminded me of the dragonflies that dart through the fields here during summer 🪽💜🌿

If you've ever watched one closely, they never seem concerned with where everyone else is going. They simply move where the wind and their wings carry them

There's probably a lesson in that

Dragonflies have long been symbols of transformation, adaptability, and seeing beyond illusion 💫 They remind us that life changes, we change. Sometimes the hardest part isn't the change itself. It's finally accepting what we've known all along ✨🪽

So that's where I've been these last few days

Working🧹

Thinking 🌙

Creating 🎨

Trying to spend less time asking for permission to take up space in my own life 💜

Every season leaves its fingerprints on the things we make 🍂🌱❄️☀️

Maybe that's why handmade objects speak to us the way they do. They're never just materials woven together, they’re pieces of a moment in someone's life

Right now, my moment looks a lot like sunsets watching fireflies, morning coffee, long conversations with myself, and learning to trust my own compass again 🧭⛰️🪽

And that feels like a pretty good place to start

Thank you for being here, for following along…and for finding beauty in this old craft right alongside me

It means more than you know 💜🧹✨

Until next time, keep an eye out for the dragonflies and fireflies!!! They always seem to know where they're going, even when the rest of us are still figuring it out 🪽💫🌙

🌹Roses, Turkey Wings, and the Art of Taking Your Time

I've been sitting on the bronze rose accents on this broom for quite a while

Every now and then I'd come across them while digging through supplies and think, "not yet"

Today, while getting ready to make this Turkey Wing broom, they finally found their place 🌹

That's one of the things I love most about making things by hand. Not everything arrives on a schedule, sometimes materials sit quietly on my shelf for months or even years, waiting for the right project to come along

The roses reminded me of something I've noticed over and over again with this craft

The best things tend to take their time 🕰️

Maybe people do too

For a long time, I thought growth was supposed to look like a straight path. Pick a direction, keep moving, arrive where you're supposed to be.

Life hasn't worked that way for me, at all

Sometimes we spend years, even decades, surrounded by people and places that don't water our souls ✨ The weeds grow thick ✨ So thick, in fact, that after a while you forget what was planted there in the first place ✨

It took me nearly forty years to step back, look around, and begin hacking my way out

Slowly

One branch at a time

One choice at a time

One season at a time

Maybe that's another reason I love making things by hand

The roses waited

The brooms waited

And in some ways, so did I

Not everything blooms on our schedule 🪻 Some things take exactly as long as they need to take

And sometimes all we have to do is be patient enough to let it happen 🌹

Blessed Be

Brooke

Old Treasures, New Friends & A Rooster in Progress 🐓💫🌱

This weekend was one of full of those moments that reminded me how connected creativity can be 💫

What started as a visit with a new friend turned into inspiration for half a dozen projects

I spent part of the afternoon with Cherri, a local artist whose silver jewelry absolutely stopped me in my tracks. The kind of work that makes you lean in closer, wondering how someone can create something so intricate with their own two hands. Every piece a tiny work of art 🖼️

As if that wasn't enough inspiration, her husband works with wood and introduced me to several handles created using electricity! The lightning-like patterns running through the wood are called Lichtenberg figures, and they are every bit as fascinating as they sound ⚡Nature and science teaming up to create something beautiful! I came home with a few of those handles and already have ideas swirling about what they might become

Being in Cherri’s shop made me take a good look at my own broom room

So I spent the rest of the afternoon doing something I've been putting off for far too long...organizing 🧼

Bundles of broomcorn found homes

Twine found shelves

Projects stopped hiding in boxes

And somewhere in the middle of all that sorting, I rediscovered a small stash of Tears of Job 🌱💫

I grew these years ago and tucked them away, fully intending to use them in a future project

If you're not familiar with Tears of Job, they've been used for centuries as beads, prayer strands, and protective charms. Folklore says they carry blessings, protection, perseverance, and strength through difficult seasons. Looking at them again today felt a little like finding a message from an earlier version of myself 🧙‍♀️

Maybe that's why I love handmade things so much

They hold stories 💫✨

Sometimes stories from generations ago 💫

Sometimes stories from years ago ✨

And sometimes stories from a Saturday afternoon spent sorting shelves

I also came across another little treasure while organizing…my very first Rooster Tail!!!

Looking at it now makes me smile

I can see every lesson I hadn't learned yet ✨ Every technique that still needed practice ✨Every improvement that would come later

But I can also see where this journey began!!! Every rooster I've made since traces its roots back to this first one 💫🧙‍♀️

Which feels especially fitting because, as promised, I'm putting the finishing touches on a brand-new Rooster Tail that will soon be flying off to celebrate reaching 500 followers here on the new Facebook page🥂

When I started making brooms, I never imagined so many people would follow along for the adventure 💜

Thank you for cheering me on, encouraging new ideas, and supporting this little broom room in the Blue Ridge Mountains

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a rooster to finish 🐓💜🧹

Until next time,

Blessed Be

Brooke 🧙‍♀️

Listening to the Wind 🧹✨

As I write this, I'm sitting on my back porch in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains

The evening is starting to get cool, the trees are moving just enough to whisper, the night birds are singing and I'm doing what I often do when I'm trying to figure out what's next…looking for signs and listening to what the wind has to say 💫

Beside me is this newly finished rooster tail 🐓

One of those brooms that seemed to know what it wanted to become from the very beginning

The colors came together beautifully, the weave settled into place, and somewhere along the way it became a reminder of something I've been thinking about a lot lately:

Growth ✨

Not just growing a business ✨

Growing as a maker ✨

Growing as a person 💯

Growing into ideas that have been quietly waiting in the corners of my imagination 💫

When I first started making brooms, I couldn't have imagined where this path would lead. What began as curiosity turned into a craft, then a business, and eventually a community filled with some of the most creative, generous, and fascinating people I've ever met

Some have become customers 🫶

Some have become friends 💜

Some have become fellow makers whose work inspires me to keep learning 🤩

And every one of them has added something meaningful to this journey 💫

Lately I've found myself thinking less about "releases" and more about creating in the moment

Instead of waiting until I have a collection ready, I think I'm going to try something a little different

✨ I'm going to list brooms as I make them

✨ One at a time

✨ As they arrive

✨ As they tell me they're ready

There will still be special moments, of course!!

In fact, I’m planning to create ONE broom each month that is absolutely dedicated to the moon herself…a broom that reflects the season, the energy of that particular moon, and whatever inspiration happens to arrive on the wind💫

Everything else?

We'll see where the path leads 🚪

And that's the part that excites me 🧙‍♀️

Because there are new ideas taking shape in the broom room

New projects

New materials

New names

New possibilities

Some of them are still too small and fragile to talk about just yet, but I can feel them beginning to take root 🌱

It's the same feeling I get when I find the perfect handle hidden among the trees

You don't know exactly what it will become

You just know it's the beginning of something

And maybe that's where I am right now

At the beginning of something

A new chapter

A new direction

A few risks…absolutely

A lot of excitement….please

And a deep sense of gratitude for everyone who has come along for the ride….indubitably

For now, I'll keep listening to the wind 💫

I'll keep gathering sticks

I'll keep tying broomcorn

And I'll keep following the ideas that refuse to leave me alone

I can't wait to see where they lead 💜🧹🧙‍♀️

Sunday in the Blue Ridge: Brooms, Fairy Stones & New Beginnings 💜✨

This weekend felt like a deep breath ✨

First, I want to say thank you to everyone who welcomed one of my brooms into their home during this latest offering! Every time a broom finds its keeper, I'm reminded that something made with my own two hands will become part of someone else's story 💫 That never stops feeling special!

Over the next few days, I'll be carefully wrapping and packing each broom before sending them off to their new homes. There's always a little bittersweet feeling when they leave the broom room, but it's a good kind of bittersweet 🧹💜

After all the excitement, Michael and I spent the weekend doing something a little different: relaxing!

We tackled some yard work, enjoyed the beautiful weather, and made a trip to Fairy Stone State Park, one of Virginia's hidden treasures.

And yes...I found fairy stones!!! ✨

For those who aren't familiar with them, fairy stones are naturally formed crystal crosses, most commonly found in certain areas of Virginia. Local folklore says they were created from the tears of fairies who wept when they heard of Christ's crucifixion. Their tears hardened into stone and formed tiny crosses that could be found by lucky wanderers

Another legend says the stones are gifts from the fae themselves—small tokens of protection, luck, and safe travels left for those who take the time to wander the woods and pay attention

Whatever story you choose to believe, there is something magical about finding one resting among tree roots and fallen leaves

I brought several little pieces home with me, and I think some of them may find their way into future broom packages as small gifts from the mountains 💫

The trip wasn't just successful because of the fairy stones, either

I also came home with a couple of absolutely wonderful broom handles that seemed determined to follow me back down the trail!! As any broom maker knows, sometimes the best handles are found when you're not looking for them

And then, this evening, I tried something completely new

I made my very first corn husk doll

I've admired them for years as part of Appalachian and folk-art traditions, but had never made one myself. After a little experimenting, a little dye, and a little patience, a tiny dark-clad witch emerged from the pile of husks

I have a feeling she won't be the last

In fact, I suspect there may be more corn husk witches gathering in the broom room before long 🌙🧙‍♀️

For now, I'm heading into the week feeling grateful…for the support of this wonderful community, for mountain adventures, for new ideas, and for the simple joy of making things with my hands 💫

Thank you for being here and for following along on this strange and wonderful journey!

Until next time,

🖤 Brooke

🌙 A Little Weaving Tip From the Broom Room

I don’t know if anyone actually reads these little broom room rambles…but I’m going to share them anyway 😂💜

Thinking on one of the things that completely changed weaving for me was realizing this:

🧹 If you start with 3 reeds…you’ll end with an odd number

And for continuous spiral/twill weaving? That makes ALL the difference

That little tip finally made so many patterns click for me, and I actually picked that up from none other than Jill Choate after watching hour after hour of her phenomenal broom-making videos on YouTube!!! 💜

When your reed count stays odd, the pattern naturally shifts itself as you weave around the broom instead of stacking directly on top of the previous row and that’s what creates those flowing beautiful patterns

It gives movement instead of repetition

Twilling in process

If the count lands even, the pattern often locks into place instead of traveling around the handle

It sounds tiny, but understanding that one little detail suddenly changed the way my hands understood weaving…I hope that little tip helps someone else the way it did me!

And since this newest whisk carries a little raven charm…here’s your random folklore tidbit of the day:

🖤 Ravens have long been tied to witches, prophecy, and old magic because of how startlingly intelligent they are. In Appalachian and European folklore alike, they were often seen as messengers between worlds…carrying secrets, warnings, or wisdom from places humans couldn’t quite reach

Honestly…that feels pretty fitting for us broom makers too✨

Sometimes the difference between frustration and flow is just…a twist of the wrist 😉🧹💙

🌙 Blue Moon Brooms & Five Days of Rain

Well…after what felt like an eternity battling Meta gremlins, I FINALLY have a Facebook profile picture again!!!😂🖤

It’s honestly been such a strange week between the page chaos, endless refreshing, support tickets, and trying to keep up with everything behind the scenes. But through all of it, the broom room stayed busy

The dye pots kept running
The broomcorn kept drying
And somehow these new Blue Moon brooms slowly came to life one at a time 🌚

I’ve finished several pieces this week, and I’m hoping to complete a couple more before the Blue Moon arrives. The rooster tails especially have completely stolen my heart lately…wild, dramatic, and full of movement like wind through tall grass before a storm

And speaking of storms…it has rained here for FIVE straight days with another five in the forecast. Normally I’d complain, but honestly? We’ve needed it badly. Everything outside feels softer, greener, and alive again. The mountains seem to breathe differently after a good soaking rain 🌧️

There’s an old bit of folklore that says unusual moons and rainy seasons make for powerful crafting seasons…good for making things that hold intention and last a long while!! I’m thinking maybe it’s because all those creative women were couped up together with nothing but time to make magic ✨

There’s definitely something to that 🖤

For now, I’m just thankful…
for the rain,
for the fire,
for the work,
and for all of you following along from your little corners of the world while I make brooms here in the Blue Ridge Mountains

✨ The Blue Moon broom offering will be:
🕯️ May 30th
🌙 8PM EST

💜🧙‍♀️🧹

Blue Moon Work Is Underway 🌙

Well…Facebook still appears to have my profile picture trapped somewhere in the void. 😂🫠

At this point I’ve accepted that there’s apparently a tiny team of Meta gremlins “investigating the issue” while I sit over here refreshing my page like a feral Appalachian raccoon with WiFi

BUT — I’m still here behind the scenes!!!

The dye pots are running 🏺
Broomcorn is drying 🌾
And a few Blue Moon brooms are slowly taking shape in the broom room 🌙✨

🌕 A Blue Moon isn’t actually blue…it gets its name because it’s the second full moon in a single calendar month, a rare little celestial extra that only happens every few years. In folklore, Blue Moons are tied to heightened intuition, endings, transformation, and magic that refuses to stay ordinary ✨

Mountain folk used to believe unusual moons carried restless energy 💫
good for making ✨
good for wishing ✨
good for starting something that might outlive you 🌳

So while Facebook figures out whether or not I’m apparently allowed to have a face…I’ll just be over here weaving moonlight into broomcorn 🖤

More Blue Moon sneak peeks coming soon

Blessed Be ✨🧙‍♀️🌚

Apparently Facebook Ate My Face 🫣🙈

Well…if you’ve wandered onto my Facebook page lately and noticed that my profile picture has mysteriously vanished into the void…no, you’re not imagining things 😂

Overall vibe: small business exhaustion + witchy chaos + dark cottagecore humor + “I guess I live like this now” 🧹✨🤷‍♀️

Somewhere deep within the tangled forest of Meta, my face apparently got sacrificed to the algorithm gods

I’ve cleared caches ✨
I’ve logged in and out ✨
I’ve poked every setting I can find ✨
I’ve muttered Appalachian witch words at my laptop ✨

And still…nothing

At this point I’m honestly just assuming my profile picture will randomly reappear one day like a ghost returning to its haunted Victorian portrait frame✨

The funny thing about running a handmade business is that people usually see the pretty side of it
💫the finished brooms
💫the moody photos
💫the glowing broomcorn by candlelight
💫the polished website

What they don’t always see is the absolute chaos quietly happening behind the scenes

This past weekend alone was vendor events, yard work, laundry piles, website tweaking, trying to remember passwords I definitely should’ve written down somewhere, and me periodically checking Facebook like:
“Do I have a face again yet?”

And nope

Still faceless 😶

But honestly? The work keeps moving anyway

💜There’s broomcorn drying by the fire tonight
💜A black and chocolate broom waiting to be capped
💜Blue Moon brooms slowly taking shape in the broom room.
💜New ideas scribbled onto random scraps of paper beside coffee cups and twine clippings

And somewhere between all the chaos, the business keeps growing roots

So if you happen to see a mysterious faceless broom page floating around Facebook for a little while longer…yep, that’s still me!!

Still weaving. Still dyeing broomcorn. Still quietly building this little Appalachian magic business one broom at a time 🧹

And hopefully someday soon…Facebook will remember I actually have a profile picture 😂

Many Blessings!!!

💜

Vintage Days & Community Roots 💜✨

Today was one of those rare, full-circle kind of days

Vintage Days turned out to be so much more than simply setting up brooms and meeting customers. It felt like one of those gentle reminders that when you create from the heart, the right people somehow always find their way to you

We met so many wonderful souls throughout the day…artists, neighbors, fellow makers, and kind strangers who somehow didn’t feel like strangers for very long

One of my favorite parts of the day was realizing just how many creative, talented, and genuinely good people are right here in our own little corner of Franklin County, VA. From artists and shop owners to fellow handmade souls, it truly felt like community in the best kind of way 💫

A huge thank you to Amy for creating such a warm and welcoming event, and to Sherry and Becky for being the best extra sets of arms and encouragement all day long. By the end of it, it felt less like a vending event and more like sitting among friends!

Vintage Days Rocky Mount VA 2026

And somewhere between all the conversations, old treasures, broomcorn, laughter, and beautiful handmade things…we officially confirmed that Brooke & The Broomstick will also be part of:
✨ Rocky Mount Fest this September 19th
✨ Come Home to a Franklin County Christmas in Dec

Though I didn’t sell every broom today, I’m honestly just so thankful we got to be part of it all

Because at the end of the day, this is what it’s really about:
Growing roots 🫚
Meeting good people 💖
Becoming part of the community around us 🌎

And today, I feel like those roots grew a little deeper💫🧹💜

🍃🪵✨ Woodland Wednesday ✨🪵🍃

🍃🪵✨ Woodland Wednesday ✨🪵🍃

The dye pots have been bubbling and working overtime over here…🧪

Mossy greens, shadowy emeralds, deep indigos, moody purples, and little color shifts that only happen when I slow down and work in small batches

Appalachian Folk Craft

I’ve finally settled into a dye process that’s been giving me rich, layered colors I really love lately

I use:
🧪 Rit Dye 
🧪 Rit Dyemore 
🧪 Jacquard Acid Dyes 
🧪 Citric acid 
🧪 A light spray of Palmolive 
🧪 And usually a tiny squirt of lemon juice 🍋 because somehow it just feels correct 😅

Sometimes I use the dyes separately…sometimes I layer and combine them depending on the tones I’m after

I’ve learned I personally prefer working in smaller dye batches. It gives me more control over saturation, gradients, and those tiny color shifts that make each broom feel alive ✨ Every bundle gets a little more attention instead of getting lost in a giant vat

This week’s woodland favorite is 🌿 Poplar Root 🌿

In Appalachian folklore, poplar root is sometimes called “witch wood” because it grows between worlds…buried beneath the earth while still feeding the living tree above. We had a terrible ice storm here last year causing 2 large trees to tumble in the back so for now I have LOTS of poplar to work with

Witch wood is considered a liminal wood…tied to thresholds, transformation, hidden things, and deep-rooted protection

The longer I work with it, the more I understand why people believed there was something special about it 💫

Weird Woods

And somewhere in the middle of all the woodland greens…a Blue Moon is beginning to take shape too 🌕💙

Blue Moon Clay Face

New brooms are slowly forming over here, just the way I like it….slow and steady 🧹✨

💚 Which color combination are you most drawn to lately?

🌙 Poplar Root, Spring Leaves & a Little Hope ✨🪵

Witch Wood and Wild Handles

Somewhere between Mother’s Day, broom handles, and the sound of wind moving through fresh green leaves…spring has fully settled into these Blue Ridge woods 🌿✨

Today is Mother’s Day and it’s always held a little tenderness for me 💫 A little gratitude, a little ache, a little hope all braided together. I know I’m not alone in that. Some of us celebrate with full hearts, some with complicated ones, and some are still learning how to hold both love and hope at the same time 💫

Today I spent part of the afternoon outside working on new broom handles…red maple, crepe myrtle, and poplar root…what I lovingly call “witch wood” around here. There’s something sacred about removing bark away and slowly uncovering the character underneath. Twists, scars, curves, old knots…every piece tells on itself eventually 🔮

The woods are turning wildly green now!!! The kind of green that almost glows after rain, and the sound of wind moving through the trees has become one of my favorite things about living here. It’s steady ✨ Comforting ✨Like the mountains reminding me to slow down and listen for a minute and I always do

The warmer weather also means the dye pots are bubbling again 💙💜🖤

Ready for second dip in the dye bath

I’ve been steadily filling the broom room back up with freshly dyed broomcorn…deep indigos, smoky violets, blackened blues, strange little blends that happen somewhere between intention and accident. Opening those bundles after they dry still feels like opening gifts every single time 🎁

The broom room is messy lately!!! Covered in wood dust, dye stains, half-finished ideas, and pieces waiting to become something beautiful!!!

Honestly…I think that’s a pretty good reflection of life too 💫

I’d love to know what spring looks like where you are!!! 🌿

What’s blooming around you lately?

Moon Faces & Mountain Magic 🌚

It’s been a busy week here in the Blue Ridge Mountains…

The dye pots have been rolling almost nonstop and the broomcorn hanging around the studio is currently every shade of midnight imaginable…deep purple, coal black, navy blue and rich royal blue 🤩 Honestly, it’s starting to look like the night sky exploded in my broom room and I’m not mad about it 💙✨

At the same time, I’ve been pouring a lot of energy into getting this website up and running!!! I’m ridiculously excited about all the possibilities here…a cozy little corner of the internet that feels more personal, more magical, and a little less swallowed alive by marketplace fees and astronomical shipping charges!! Etsy has been wonderful in many ways, but having a space that truly feels like mine feels really special

And then there’s the clay…

What started as “I’ll just try making one little moon face” has quickly turned into a full-blown creative rabbit hole 😂🌙

I’ve been sculpting new pieces, experimenting with mica powders, translucent clays, flowers, moons and textures…and I already have about a hundred more ideas than I have time for. Which honestly feels like a good problem to have!

And with Mother’s Day arriving this weekend, I’ve also been thinking a lot about old folklore surrounding mothers, homes and handmade things

In Appalachian tradition, handmade brooms were often gifted to new brides and mothers as symbols of protection, fresh beginnings and the tending of a peaceful home. In some mountain traditions, a broom hanging near the doorway was believed to sweep away harmful energy before it ever crossed the threshold 🚪

There’s something really beautiful about that to me…the idea that ordinary handmade objects can quietly carry love, care and intention for generations

And honestly, I think that’s why I hold onto little handmade gifts so tightly too

The photo below is something I treasure deeply…little Mother’s Day gifts my boys made for me years and years ago 💕 I’ve carried them through moves, changing homes and changing seasons…and somehow, they still feel like tiny pieces of their hearts sitting on my shelf💜

And then there’s the upcoming Blue Moon!!!

Despite the name, a Blue Moon usually doesn’t actually appear blue 🌙💙

The phrase refers to a rare extra full moon that occurs within a calendar cycle…which is where the saying “once in a blue moon” comes from!!! Because they’re uncommon, Blue Moons have long carried folklore about heightened intuition, transformation, reflection and rare opportunities

Over the next week I’ll be sharing little glimpses of what’s been brewing in the broom room…new colors, moon faces, textures, experiments and probably a little creative chaos too!!

And I’d love to hear from you…

✨ Are there certain moon themes, symbols or styles you’re drawn to lately?
✨ And if you celebrate Mother’s Day this weekend…what’s one thing you learned from the women who raised you?

I hope everyone has a beautiful weekend ahead…and thank you, truly, for being here while this little dream keeps growing

— Brooke 💜

Welcome to the Broom Room 🖤🧹

If you found your way here, welcome. Truly...
Pull up a chair by the fire for a minute.

This little corner of the internet was built from long workdays, dye stained hands, wood shavings on the porch, and quiet mountain nights under the moonlight. I’m Brooke ... nurse by day, broom maker by heart ... and Brooke & The Broomstick was born after moving to the Blue Ridge Mountains and finally feeling like I could breathe again.

Every broom you’ll find here is made by hand in my tiny broom room tucked into the mountains of Virginia. Most of the handles are foraged locally ... twisted red maple, crepe myrtle, poplar root, dogwood ... each one with its own story already living inside the wood before I ever begin weaving.

Some nights the broomcorn is drying beside the fire...
Some nights I’m outside staring at the moon trying to decide what colors feel like Beltane, or storms, or old forest magick...
And some nights it’s just me, the sound of crickets, and a cup of coffee gone cold while I weave.

That’s the thing about handmade work ... pieces of your life end up tucked into it.

I don’t mass produce these brooms. I don’t want to...
I like the crooked handles. The wild fibers. The ones that refuse to look perfect because they were never meant to.

These brooms are part folklore, part functional art, part Appalachian mountain soul.

Some are made for hearth and home...
Some for protection...
Some just because they’re beautiful and make a room feel alive.

And honestly? I still grin every single time one flies off to its new home.

This blog will be a little bit of everything...

✨ behind the scenes moments from the broom room
✨new broom drops and collections
✨folklore and old broom lore
✨dye experiments and happy accidents
✨mountain life
✨maybe a few rambling thoughts under the full moon

Mostly, I just wanted a place that felt warm, human and real 💜

So thank you for being here...
Thank you for welcoming these brooms into your homes and lives...
I hope they bring comfort, peace, protection, and a little magick wherever they land

Blessed Be,
Brooke 💜