Let's start with the basics—any good curation does.
I’m Cori. I have three children, one greige-colored Pomeranian (perfectly sourced to match my decor) named Wolfie, too many opinions, and just enough beauty products to concern a therapist—but let’s call it dedicated.
I’m 42 (give or take a decade and a forgiving filter), and I’ve spent what feels like several lifetimes exploring the aesthetic arts: styling clothes, designing spaces, shaping words—and occasionally stirring up a little well-placed chaos.
I started college as an interior design major, flirted with journalism, and ultimately landed in education. Somehow, those paths—style, storytelling, and structure—have braided themselves into what I do now. Think of me as your stylist-slash-teacher for the aesthetic path of life.
I once styled denim for one of the most beloved boutiques in the country (may E Street rest in fabulous peace—if you know, you know), and later found myself at Neiman Marcus and Bloomingdale’s.
These days, I style outfits I can walk 10,000 steps in…or chase Wolfie down the street in whatever impractical indulgence I slipped into that morning. Let’s call that evolution.
I believe in rituals over routines—though yes, I lean a little OCD. Rituals are the scaffolding of my sanity. I believe in joy over trends, and always leaving space for one delightfully impractical thing—because what’s life without a pair of violet velvet shoes?
This space isn’t about perfection. It’s about the art of living beautifully—with laundry piles and silk scarves existing in the same frame. Picture a cashmere throw on an unmade bed. (Yes, my mother is, in fact, shuddering.)
So think of this site as a guide to curating—not organizing—your closet, your skincare, your spaces, your rituals. Thread by thread. Season by season.
Ultimately, I worship at the altar of the night cream gods, the kitten-heel deities, and the cashmere spirits.
With a very small, very opinionated dog at my side, we’ll navigate the chaos together—quietly, beautifully, and always with intention.