About

As long as I can remember, I've been in a love affair with all things vintage.

Ornate labels decorated tins that held everyday items, and tea cups so thin they were translucent. The stunning style of Art Deco and The Roaring 20's. 

The new "Flapper Girl" rejected the puritan fashions and morals that had been popular for so long. Challenging social norms, these young women reinvented themselves in daring ways and took part in activities that were previously only enjoyed by men.

Judged wild and disgraceful by the older generation, when most declined a new experience, the Flapper Girl said yes.

 Family, Long Island & Legacy

My grandmother was born on Long Island, New York in 1918. Over warm tea and toast, Anna shared her stories of growing up. She told me how her mother, Bobbie, made 'brown soap' in their tiny kitchen.

Bobbie's homemade soap was a harsh concoction, made of rendered animal fats and lye-water, chopped into rough blocks. This soap was essential, and they used it for everything from scrubbing clothes, to washing little faces.
 

But my grandmother rejected her mothers homemade soap, and collected her own factory-made soaps. She kept the colorful soaps lined up neatly on her bedroom dresser. It was a simple prize in a pretty package, and as a kid, it drew me in every time.

Always an object of my affection, I learned how to make my own soap in 2011. Made in the traditional cold-process method, with lot's of conditioning olive oil.

Gilded Olive Apothecary is my ode to a colorful era, the New Flapper Girl, and my grandmothers pretty soap collection.

My products are vegan, using only plant oils and butters. I prefer to blend essential oils with high quality fragrance oils to create the best smelling bath and body products possible.

I appreciate the labor of love that is anything handmade.
I believe that useful items, made with good intention, carry with them an energy of positivity.
I want to begin and end my days, with these lovely things.

“Cut off all your hair

Did you flinch, did you care?
Did he look, did he stop and stare
At your brand new hair?



Flapper girl, flapper girl
Prohibition in curls
Hair of gold and neck of curls
It’s flapper girl.”

Flapper Girl - The Lumineers 2012

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