Half experiment, half inheritance — mixing oils, salts, and charms while chasing whispers from the grannies I never knew.
How I ended up elbow-deep in salt, herbs, and stories.
I didn’t plan any of this.
It just… happened.
Somewhere between burnout, curiosity, and needing something to feel real again, I decided to start blending salt and herbs. Then the stories came with it: the old ones I’d half-forgotten, the ones this place still whispers when you slow down long enough to listen.
Mountain Mended isn’t a brand. (Well, not yet.) It’s me, tinkering. Learning. Mixing what I know with what I hope still works.
There’s a bit of science, a bit of folklore, and a fair amount of winging it.
I like the ritual of it.
It’s grounding. It makes me present.
I like learning, creating, imagining — and seeing what happens when I do.
What You’ll Find Here
A few shelves’ worth of small experiments:
- Salt Lore — blends for mending, dreaming, and keeping the bad energy out.
- Oils & Blessings — still brewing.
- Charm Bar — objects with stories, because I’ve never been good at keeping anything plain.
I’m not here to sell enlightenment. Just to make things that feel honest and maybe a little useful.
🜃 Augusta, West Virginia
This is home base — not the backdrop, but the reason.
Old mountains. Stubborn people. Magic tucked into the everyday.
That’s it. No manifesto. No merch pitch. (Again, not yet.) Just a woman in her kitchen, seeing what comes of curiosity and salt.
Salt Latch 