Myrtle in May

Myrtle in May Small Batch Collections
Custom Clay + Paint Pieces
Whole Sale + Consignment

05/23/2026

Taking a mood stabilizer, has given me so much of my life back. If you need help. Talk with your doctor, find a therapist, help is out there. You deserve a better life. You won’t regret it.

Non of this would be possible without this man. The way he supports me and celebrates my wins. He’s a true girls “guy” a...
05/09/2026

Non of this would be possible without this man. The way he supports me and celebrates my wins. He’s a true girls “guy” and I am so delighted I get to spend these market days just hanging out with him.

You just might not believe it with the snow out there today, but just two weeks until the Vintage Fika Market 🙊 I will h...
04/24/2026

You just might not believe it with the snow out there today, but just two weeks until the Vintage Fika Market 🙊 I will have heaps of Mother’s Day gifts in tow.

Myrtle in May earrings have been restocked at .coffee.camrose OPEN LATE TONIGHT (Thursday) swing by for a sip and a peak...
02/06/2026

Myrtle in May earrings have been restocked at .coffee.camrose OPEN LATE TONIGHT (Thursday) swing by for a sip and a peak at the few new pieces (great for gifting your Valentine).

35I’m not feeling eloquent tonight.But I am full.Full of love and gratitude. Full of dreams already being lived. Full of...
01/09/2026

35

I’m not feeling eloquent tonight.
But I am full.

Full of love and gratitude. Full of dreams already being lived. Full of the quiet knowledge of what a privilege it is to spend my 35th birthday safe and warm, in my own corner of the world, surrounded by those I love.

The day began with white streamers Jon hung in the washroom before he left for work. A surprise that looked more like I’d been toilet papered than celebrated. I laughed till I cried when I opened the door to find his love filled decorating attempt.

Doughnuts at breakfast with my mom and my toddler. A massage. Lunch and games. A nap. More play with my littlest love. Dinner out with family. Back home for bedtime. An ordinary night.

Beautiful.
Peaceful.
The perfect way to say goodbye to 34 and hello to 35.

With 35,
I want to embrace it all. The pain, the sorrow, the joy, the glee. I want to feel deeply, to touch my life from the inside, to participate fully in both the good and the hard.

I want to keep pushing gently against the dark corners of my mind. Not to start over, but to continue. One foot in front of the other. Chin lifted as high as I can manage. Learning to see my world differently.

To keep loving.
To keep being loved.
To remember the spaces and places and people who fill my heart and home in these middle years.

Ending the year not with grand plans or romantic tales, but in the very manner we end most days. Quiet, soft, slow.No pa...
01/01/2026

Ending the year not with grand plans or romantic tales, but in the very manner we end most days. Quiet, soft, slow.

No parties or bustling rooms.
No music drifting through the halls.
No trays of appetizers, no glasses raised and tinkling, no fireworks trembling the brisk night sky. No countdown, no midnight kiss.

Only the familiar rituals: the wee one settled into bed, the day tidied into its corners, pajamas pulled on, a warm cup of tea between our hands, teeth brushed, a gentle kiss goodnight. Lights out by ten. For this year 2025 taught us, steadily… insistently… the tenderness of routine and the deep, necessary kindness of rest.

We will wake to a small change in the calendar, a single fourth positioned digit turning like a page.

January 1st, 2026 will begin softly, slowly, and altogether ordinary. And it is in the ordinary that we will craft the memories meant to carry us through another year. Quietly watching our reflections grow, tracing the subtle ways time leaves its fingerprints on us.

The first crack of dawn glinting along the horizon. A sudden laugh, bright and startling, blooming like a sparkler in the dark of our amygdalas. Tiny moments stitched into the hippocampus. Little sensory heirlooms we will revisit in future years with long, reflective breaths. Inhale and exhale with our eyes closed, bringing up memories sliding from secret pockets and flickering like film slides against the backs of our eyelids.

I am grateful for the soft,
for the slow,
for the quiet,
for the holiness tucked inside the ordinary, and the gentle way it becomes us.

December 31 2025
Tasha Chenard

12/07/2025

It’s always so fun and satisfying to see a vision come together 🥰

Wowzers! All set up and ready for the loveliest Christmas market day. If you’re on the hunt for thoughtful gifts, stocki...
12/07/2025

Wowzers! All set up and ready for the loveliest Christmas market day. If you’re on the hunt for thoughtful gifts, stocking stuffers, or a little magic for your own home, come wander through! There are so many incredible makers here today.
I’d be absolutely delighted to help you find something just right. 🖤🥰

Working on a few new Christmas styles - and I maybe obsessed 🙊 hopefully I can get these cleaned up and fully assembled ...
11/24/2025

Working on a few new Christmas styles - and I maybe obsessed 🙊 hopefully I can get these cleaned up and fully assembled by Friday. To have these available for Midnight Madness with .coffee.camrose

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 - 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎!When you send me messages like this, my heart fill...
08/25/2025

𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 - 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎!

When you send me messages like this, my heart fills with the sweetest thrill and reminds me why I keep creating.

Making wearable art is such an honor. Instead of hanging in a frame, my art gets to frame your face. When you share a photo with me I get to see my art sharing space and air with you not collecting dust hidden away and forgotten. To be part of your story, your travels, your celebrations. That’s the truest gift.

When you choose a pair of my earrings, know that every ounce of thought and care I can possibly pour in has gone into them. And when you share those moments with me, when you take my pieces out into the world and then take a moment from your busy, beautiful little life to let me see them too. I’m truly honored beyond words.

Wow. 🥹🥰♥️

Thank you for sharing this with me today. I hope your travels and celebrations are filled with love and light.

Today, I was meant to be at a market.But my body whispered “no”. and I chose to listen. I’ve missed more markets than I...
07/06/2025

Today, I was meant to be at a market.
But my body whispered “no”. and I chose to listen. I’ve missed more markets than I’ve made, and on days like this, the ache runs deeper than disappointment.

I think not only of the money spent. The time prepared. The joy I long to share. I wanted to show up, to add beauty and softness to your days. But instead, I stayed home. And it felt like I had failed.

But… who wrote the rules I keep punishing myself with? Who decided that resting makes me less worthy? Who said I’m a burden when I can’t meet expectations?

Oh.
Me.
“…hi, I’m the problem, it’s me.”

But the me I’m becoming?
She’s different.
She gives herself the same care she offers others. She walks in grace, not guilt. She’s learning to hold herself with tenderness instead of shame. She’s peeling off old expectations, and wrapping herself in kindness.

She is softening.
She is resting.
She is rising.

So hi again.
I’m healing. This is me.

If you see yourself in this, do this for me, hold yourself gently today.
You are loved.
You are loving.
You are lovable.

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