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Hand Selected to be loved again

Meaning "again" in the Irish Language
and Pronounced "ah-REESH"
Curating this collection holds more meaning to me than just selling. Each piece has been hand-selected with intention, and is something that I would be happy to keep and enjoy in my own home. The choice to share these pieces with you rather than keep them brings me joy - it also helps me from over-filling my little house! The delight of listing pieces that I love is getting to see what lands well with you all; The things that sell indicate a shared interest, a shared aesthetic, and thus creates some sense of connection and community, which I've learned I'm always seeking more of.
The name "Arís" holds layered meaning.
It means "again" in the Irish language, which is quite fitting for previously owned items finding new homes. My hope is that everything I sell will be loved "arís."
The name was thoughtfully (and quickly) created by my quick-witted Mother, who is Irish, and now lives back in Ireland after a life of raising my brother and I in New England with my English Father.
I'm lucky to have Irish citizenship, and family throughout Ireland and England. I wanted a name that paid homage to that part of who I am, which I don't always share as much as I used to.
I'm a Prop Stylist by trade, but my love for tangible objects started long before I landed on that career path. Undoubtedly, the interest and love is what led me to a career based on curating and styling props for the advertising industry.
I have early memories of visiting places like Todd Farm and Oldie's Marketplace with my Father, who has always been a collector, and sometimes been a seller. The first curio that I remember picking out by myself was a small bird made of blue glass. Today it sits on a shelf in my living room, and I often think of it as the physical representation of the beginning of my professional story.
As a child, I collected various things - some were quite standard, like stamps, or beanie babies (hello Millenials)! But others were more obscure, like mini soda cans that I collected on my international flights to visit family in Ireland and England. At the time, it wasn't commonplace to find mini cans in the grocery store. I took great joy in this collection, especially if I had acquired variations of the same drink showing packaging or logo changes on the cans. What an odd thing to care about as a child, but somehow it all makes sense now, as I'm asked by large corporate brands to be particular when choosing which product to place in a photo, scanning to see if the label is straight, or to make sure it isn't showing an outdated logo.
Fast forward to my college years,
I first started reselling found items a few years after I'd graduated from college.







































