08/01/2026
I don’t talk about how this business started often, but I’m feeling a little sappy tonight. So, here’s a story time.
When I got pregnant with my daughter, I was too sick to be able to continue with photography. I couldn’t leave my house for sessions, look at a computer to edit, or respond to messages without bending over a toilet to puke. The only job I had known for nine years was no longer sustainable. I was devastated, spiraling into a very dark depression, and we were broke. Tyler busted his ass to get us through.
So, freshly postpartum with a clingy newborn on my hip, a husband who was always working, tired of pinching penny’s together, I tried TikTok. It didn’t pan out. It was a lot of work with very little pay, and I was embarrassed to be always on camera- especially since I had gained so much weight postpartum.
But, because of TikTok, I kept getting an add for a new app called Whatnot. Constantly. Annoyingly. After a month or so of seeing it every single day, I downloaded it.
Three days later I scheduled my first show. On the floor of my living room in the middle of the night, I sold ten things. The rest is history.
For a year and a half I’ve quietly built a business from the ground-up in the corner of my own home. It’s been so fun. There have been NO tears. No tribulations. I get to stay home with my baby, shop for a living, and have a job that I fall in love with over and over. I can be off when my husband is, have dinner on the table when he gets home, and put my baby to bed every night. I’ve made friendships and learned so many things along the way. I hired THE BEST employee - Kendall Jones - who is the backbone of all the back work. She truly is the best and I’m so lucky to have her helping me.
A few months after I started selling, I convinced an acquaintance to try it - Farm321 - and she was successful too. Very successful. Week after week she shows up, kicks ass, and does it all over again. The best part? We’re dear friends now. She is my closest friend, actually. The silly app Whatnot did that for me.
A year and a half later, I’m still just a girl selling antiques in the middle of the night, but it’s no longer from my living room floor. It’s from my office in the new house we were fortunate enough to buy this year.
If you take anything away from this post, please let it be that what’s meant for you will find you, and when you hit rock bottom, it’s probably for a reason. When the better things come knocking, try them, in the middle of the night, from your living room floor.