On Taking a Pause: Grief, Growth, and the Space Between

This November, there won’t be any new events on the calendar after the last Mend it Yourself I hosted on November 1st.

Not because I don’t love gathering with you—
but because I’m honoring a different kind of rhythm right now. One that listens inward.

November 25th marks ten years since my grandmother’s passing.

Susan Smith of Sunshine. I called her Granny. 

She was this fierce spirit, determined and beautiful. She loved to create and collect beauty around her. She passed on her own terms, in the house that she loved in Deer Isle, ME. Held by my mother and her best friend on either side and me holding my mother. 

It was a sacred exit.
And it cracked something open.

Her death unlocked memories I had buried deep.

Ten years ago, the trauma I had tucked away began to rise.
Pieces of my childhood I had learned to survive by forgetting.

Since then, I’ve been healing—through therapy, through art, through community,
and through the slow creation of this work, this brand, this practice: Sarah Tremain.

This pause is a boundary and a blessing.

It’s space for me to rest.
To reflect on how far I’ve come.
To feel what needs feeling, without forcing myself to keep producing.

It’s also a reminder that Sarah Tremain isn’t just a brand.
It’s a practice. A pace. A process that has carried me through grief and back to myself.

Join me.
Share how you’re softening this month.
Or just take a breath and be.

I’ll see you again in December—with more spaciousness in tow.