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What’s in a Name? Why Remedy?

At lease once a week we get asked, why “Remedy?”

And to be honest, sometimes I kind of want to sometimes I want to scrap it and rebrand. And who knows, maybe one of these days we will. But for now at least, we are Remedy.

Many moons ago, when I was still a young grasshopper, I worked a full time job on a radio morning show. My hours were tough, the pay was crap, but you know- it was entertainment and it was fun… mostly.

I was navigating some rough waters. I was newly sober and struggling with an eating disorder. I had to work 3-4 jobs to afford Austin rent, and my whole life and all of my struggles were kind of public. 

Around the same time, I started a little garden- and also picked up a hiking addiction. I would find little flowers and feathers and stones and tuck them away, and eventually I had quite the


Around the same time, I decided I wanted to try resin. Back then, there weren’t a lot of people using resin, and there weren’t yet many tutorials on line. I got a big stinky bottle of polyurethane resin from the hardware store and went to town, casting my bug collection into paperweights in the shape of any tupperware  I could find.

The result wasn’t amazing, and the smell of poly resin wouldn’t leave my apartment for days, but I got hooked. And it made me feel really good.

Not just the fumes, but the whole process. Submerging myself in the nature, collecting little bits… pressing flowers… learning the names of plants and insects as I went.

It was healing, meditative, Whatever you want to call it. 

I realized I was getting better. 

As time went on, and I got to be a little more familiar with the craft, “Remedy” made sense. The whole process was curing me from a bad place where I had previously felt stuck.

Growing up, whenever I was stressed or sad, my dad would say “go take a walk.” I would roll my eyes because when you feel bad you really don’t want someone telling you to peel yourself off your bed and do anything. But y’all, it turns out my dad was right. Connecting yourself with nature, being mindful of the world outside of your brain is truly the cure for nearly everything.


These days, I don’t have as much time for long meandering hikes through national parks (at least not without 2 toddlers on my back) but I still find nearly every single process of our business to be healing.

We plant seeds, we nurture them. We press flowers, we try to retain their beauty and their essence. We create art in the form of jewelry and collages, and scenes of nature made from nature. Each of these tasks take me out of my brain and into this great big beautiful world around me.

And all I can really hope is that the things we make can serve as a reminder for you to get out of your head and observe the beauty around you. We want it to help connect you with your roots and with nature. And I hope it feels a little healing to you too. 

Also, my dad says to go take a walk. And he’s pretty much always right.


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