With all the different trends, it can be hard to know what style expresses who you are (or what you want to become).

Your style is as unique as you are.  You know it when you see it.  One of my favorite quotes is: “Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when there is nothing left to take away”.

If you have been in my shop, you can see that it reflects an ever-evolving atmosphere of ‘feels’ that resonate with me and that I want to share with you.

 My style journey began with ‘primitive provincial’… French country- the more age-worn & natural, the better.  Toss in a little ‘cottage-core’ – (Whatever holds your heart is key.  Items are meaningful, fun, old, worn, or in perfect condition). Moving up to Belton, it morphed into ‘biophilic’-    everything had to coordinate, blend, and complement with green living plants- or at least the color.  My son & business partner, Jordan brought the ‘rustic-industrial’ vibe which paired well and fit the vintage brick building. 

We have both continued to morph into what I’ve heard described as Quiet luxury’:   Using natural wood tones, neutral furnishings, subtle textures, and rustic finishes, this style feels relaxed, casual, and sophisticated to create a livable, serene atmosphere.  Recently, I came across an old term ‘hygge’ (pronounced hoogla) – comfort, warmth, simplicity…  which you will be hearing more about soon.    Each morph feels like ‘THIS is it!’   but I’ve learned to be open to my ever-evolving senses.  Just a bonus for the season, I came across a new term called ‘decay décor’ – found, unearthed, and placed in positions of honor, adding humility, warmth & wonderment.

My message to you is to find your style and become sensitive to what resonates with your heart.  Where you spend your time matters.   It’s not materialism, it’s a reflection of who you are or who you want to become.   You are always welcome to come source your style at Marcellas on Main- and share your thoughts about it with me personally.  I appreciate every one of you who walks through my door.