The week we took possession of the space, my husband and I both came down with truly glorious colds. We powered through with tissues in one hand and a lease in the other, because apparently nothing says "small business ownership" like trying to interpret municipal rules and CAM clauses while coughing up a lung.

While we’ve been gearing up for the launch of Jonquies, another chapter has quietly and suddenly come to a pause. My parents’ store, the one I begrudgingly grew up in, has closed unexpectedly due to a leasing issue.

We turned to the sales reps to help us get started. They dropped knowledge, gave real talk, and helped us curate a lineup we’re genuinely obsessed with.

My upwork.com hire was engaged in the logo process from start to finish, and I am so charmed by the character she created in the jonquie in a little more than a weekend.

Sometimes the "dream job" looks a lot more like your early twenties than you expected. Maybe it looks like a little retail therapy every day.

If you’ve ever wandered aimlessly through a store trying to find something that feels personal but not over-the-top, useful but still fun, you're in the right place. This is Jonquies, gifts made for real life and real people.