Hi, I'm Eliza. I spend my days in a little workshop surrounded by music boxes and old toys, carefully bringing their gears and melodies back to life. If you have something small and broken that still matters to you, I'd love to hear its story.
Hi, I'm Eliza. I spend my days in a little workshop surrounded by music boxes and old toys, carefully bringing their gears and melodies back to life. If you have something small and broken that still matters to you, I'd love to hear its story.
Eliza Wrapped up in plaid at the fall festival, watching the string lights flicker over the hay bales. Some evenings just ask you to stay a bit longer.
Eliza The patchwork of vines looked like someone stitched the whole valley together by hand. Up there, everything felt quiet and patient, like the land was just waiting to be remembered. I could have watched those green square