It’s a ripple effect, the choices you make everyday.

Whether you need help creating a healthier, more beautiful home where you can celebrate life with friends and family (the best medicine of all), finding the perfect gift, or buying something soft and pretty for yourself to remind you that healing is always possible—and closer than you think—Saint Virginia is for you, my dear.

Every scarf, every tablecloth—everything—is made from the finest natural and organic fibers and hand-dyed with natural, life-giving color, helping to support farmers who are doing the right thing by growing healthier crops and using farming practices to improve the health of the soil, water, and air in our neighborhoods, communities, and planet, instead of harming it—which in the end improves the health of every life, your life—your one and only precious life.

Check out the shop, and here’s to your health, my friend.

I was always the girl wearing rose-colored glasses with a passion for life, fun, and adventure.

I drove my little white two-door Nissan Sentra (named Shasta) all over the countryside, from Wilmington and the Outer Banks of North Carolina, all the way to Santa Cruz, Venice Beach, and West Hollywood, California.

 After a decade of wanderlust, I landed back in Virginia, picked up a husband in Richmond, and we had a sweet baby girl.

Then I got cancer.

Dreams.

Shattered.

A few years later, I went to the Penland School of Craft outside of Asheville, where I learned how to dye and sew silk scarves.

 I discovered the most magical natural dye studio there.

 When I got home, I pored over natural dye books, bought a new sewing machine, and Saint Virginia was born.

 I started making the scarves I wished I’d had when I was going through cancer treatment, but that I would still love to wear now.

Healing took way longer than I ever imagined.

But once I started to realize my journey back to health was my own story to write, I began to see beauty again in all its splendor.

I started to actually feel beautiful again, trusting and honoring my body and its connection to all of creation, and nourishing it fully.

Flowers blooming by the roadside. My sacred scars. My holy story. The angels I’ve met along the way. The places I’ve yet to go, and what I’ll wear when I do. 

My mission was once to heal myself, and now it’s to help other women heal.

Through the power of their own story and witness.

Their sacred and scarred bodies.

Celebrating life in spite of circumstances.

Radical grace, self care, and rest.

Reveling in nature and all of creation.

And wearing that “thing” that makes them feel the most beautiful and alive—

And it should absolutely be covered in flowers.