Vol. 001: The Little Girl Who Cried Over A Paint Palette…

Every designer has an origin story. Mine began in Mississippi with a paint palette I couldn’t leave behind. My aunt must’ve thought I’d lost my 4 year old mind. She had taken my brother and me shopping one afternoon in Mississippi when I spotted a watercolor paint palette. I wanted it with every fiber of my little being. I cried. I begged. I refused to let it go. Looking back, it probably seemed like an overreaction over a simple box of paint. But I don't think I was crying over paint. I think I was reaching for something inside of me that I couldn't yet explain. Long before I knew what being an artist was or that there were countless ways to build a life through creativity…I knew I wanted to create beautiful things. I just didn't have the words for it yet.

And yes. She did buy the paint.

Growing up in Mississippi, beauty was everywhere if you knew where to look. It lived beneath towering oak trees draped with Spanish moss, in warm summer evenings that seemed to stretch on forever, in my uncle’s guitar drifting through family gatherings, and watching my Grandma make food from scratch. Looking back, I don't think I realized how much those moments were shaping me. I only knew I was drawn to beautiful things and wanted to make them myself. As the baby girl of the family, m Barbie dolls and paint sets became the tools I used to create the beauty I imagined. They were my first canvases. I'd spend hours making clothes from scraps of fabric, brushing and restyling their hair, painting tiny details onto their outfits, and imagining entirely new versions of who they could become. For years, I was convinced I'd become a fashion designer (or maybe a hairstylist) because, in my mind, that was what artists did. They made people look and feel beautiful. Looking back, I realize I wasn't chasing fashion. I wasn't even chasing beauty. I was chasing transformation the idea that something thoughtfully created could change the way someone experienced for themselves…and ultimately, the life they built within them.

Me, 7 years old on Christmas morning with my Makeup Beauty baby doll.

Throughout the years, I explored fashion merchandising, makeup artistry, launched a swimwear line, created art, worked in photography, branding, social media, and creative direction. Every chapter was quietly teaching me another language of design. One of those experiences came through an old college roommate who was an interior designer. At the time, I was managing social media for a local dermatology practice, and together we helped reimagine the office. It was my first glimpse into the world of interiors. I didn't realize it then, but that small project planted a seed that would continue to grow long after we finished it.

After a few years of being a full time content creator and freelance social media manager, I launched The Creative Peach Studios, which ironically, it wasn't an interior design studio at all. It began as a creative studio centered around photography, branding, graphic design, and content creation. I loved the work, but something still felt unfinished. I couldn't explain it at the time, but I felt like I was still searching for the place where all of my interests could finally live under one roof. That answer quietly revealed itself through my own home…

Like so many people during the pandemic, I began looking at my surroundings differently. My home became more than a place to live; it became a canvas. I painted walls, rearranged furniture, obsessed over lighting, and styled shelves until they felt just right. It wasn't about perfection. It was about creating a space that made everyday life feel a little more beautiful. As I shared that journey online, something unexpected happened. People stopped asking me where I bought a lamp or a chair. Instead, they began asking if I could help them create that feeling in their own homes. Those conversations slowly turned into consultations. Consultations became projects. Projects became referrals. Before I realized it, I wasn't simply creating content anymore. I was designing the kinds of spaces I'd been trying to make ever since I was a little girl dressing Barbie dolls and begging for watercolor paints.

Now that I’ve celebrated 5 years in interior design and styling, I can truly say that I’ve evolved. While I was refining my business and joining The Case Collective's Principal's Circle, something much bigger was happening. I was finally understanding why this work felt so natural. Looking back, I realize it wasn't because I had formally studied interior design (I studied art and fashion design). It was because I had spent my entire life studying design itself. Fashion taught me proportion and silhouette. Visual art taught me composition, balance, color, rhythm, and light. Photography taught me perspective. Branding taught me intention. Creative direction taught me how every detail contributes to a larger experience.

Interior design didn't ask me to start over. It asked me to bring everything I'd already learned into one place.

Great design has never been about choosing beautiful furniture or the perfect paint color. It's about creating spaces that feel balanced, intentional, and simply beautiful. Function matters. Beauty matters. The most meaningful interiors are the ones where the two quietly exist together. Today, I finally have the language for what I've been building all along: Designing a Beautiful Life. That means creating environments that elevate everyday life through thoughtful design, lasting beauty, and a deep appreciation for the way people experience the spaces around them. The Creative Peach Studios exists because I believe our everyday lives deserve to be surrounded by beauty. Whether it's a family home, a commercial space, or an editorial set, my philosophy is always rooted in transforming interiors and spaces into works of art while artfully imagined and beautifully lived.

This journal is an extension of my journey as well as a place where I'll continue sharing the projects I'm creating, the places I'm exploring, and the ideas that continue to shape my perspective as both an artist and a designer. If you'd like to follow along, I'd love to welcome you to subscribe to The Journal. Until next time, keep creating beautiful things.

With Love, an artist that finally found her favorite medium:)