Four years ago, something small — almost insignificant — changed the entire trajectory of my creative life.

My dear friend Alice Santos, the GM of Macy’s, asked me to come in and “make magic happen” in their home and décor department. At the time, The Flower Doctor had barely been born. I had just finished filming HBO’s Full Bloom Season 2. I didn’t really have a fan base yet. But I said yes because saying yes is how life moves.

Walking into Macy’s that day felt like time travel.
As a kid, department stores were my Disneyland — Robinsons-May, Nordstrom, Neiman Marcus, Macy’s. I loved getting lost in the home décor floor. The china. The crystal. The endless displays that felt like dreams I didn’t know how to name.

So when Alice asked me to create an “appearance moment,” I stepped into that little girl version of me — wide-eyed, inspired, ready.

I went shopping for plates, napkins, tablecloths… and that’s when I instantly noticed something:

The industry had changed.
The magic of registering for China — real China — had almost disappeared.

Back in the day, couples registered for crystal, sterling silver, fine porcelain. It marked the beginning of their home, their life, their identity. But now? The shelves felt empty. Basic. Slim pickings. It was as if beauty had slowly evaporated.

I found one china pattern online — a British style teapot design — but nothing in-store gave me the feeling I wanted. So I supplemented. I brought my own centerpiece containers, my own placemats, even my own table runner.

And here’s where the twist happens…

As I built the displays, customers kept stopping to admire the flowers.
But what they really wanted to know was:

“Where can I buy that container?”
“Where are these placemats from?”
“Do you sell this table runner?”

And every time, I had to say,
“Oh… that’s actually mine.”

In that exact moment, something clicked.
A mental note. A spark. A quiet prophecy.

One day, I’m going to create my own China line.
My own table linens.
My own vases.
My own signature world of home décor.

A world where people don’t struggle to find beauty — because beauty is already there.

A world where plates are exquisite.
Where tablecloths feel like art.
Where placemats make you gasp a little.
Where the details matter again.

Because why on Earth were we told we can only use fine china “for guests?”
Why should beauty live in a cabinet 364 days a year collecting dust?

No.
I want to bring back the feeling of holding something beautiful every single day — the idea that everyday living deserves elegance.

The Universe Wasted No Time Confirming This Path

One afternoon, I hosted a China-themed event in my shop.
It was quiet — only two women and a baby.
So I did what I do best: I connected.

She told me she loved the china.
I told her I’m working on my own more-affordable luxury line.

She asked who my manufacturer was.
I told her I was talking to a few but nothing was locked in.

She paused, smiled, and said:

“My dad owns a china manufacturing company.
And I already messaged him.
You two need to meet.”

And that was that.
A divine breadcrumb.
A cosmic green light.

Since then, I’ve been slowly — but surely — building my own China collection.
Plates. Dishes. Serveware. Linens. Vases.
A signature pattern that will stand with the greats:

Willow. Wedgwood. Tiffany. And one day… Barker.

It’s unfolding exactly as it should.

Design takes time.
Creation requires stillness.
And I refuse to rush something meant to live for generations.

But trust me — it’s coming.

And when you see it?
You’ll know it was written in the stars years ago…
in a Macy’s aisle…
where I realized the world needed beautiful things again.