There are moments in life when everything feels gently held in place — and then suddenly, it isn’t.

This Auntie wants to share, tenderly and with love, that my sweet Snooki passed on November 30th and has moved on to her next great adventure. She was almost 16 years old — my constant companion, my muse, my familiar — the little soul who made everything feel right in my world.

Her decline began in October and it was fast and cruel. In her final weeks, I spent my days holding her close, whispering comfort, loving her through the sudden darkness as she went blind and deaf. My only job was to make sure she felt safe, cherished, and never alone.

I miss her more than words can carry.

Because of this loss, Auntie Glammah hasn’t been in the studio much. My creative spark feels dim right now — not gone, just resting. The sadness and upheaval in the world has added to that heaviness, and some days everything feels a little out of place.

I ask for patience as I walk myself through grief and toward a new normal, a new light. I know many of you are tending your own wounds and carrying quiet battles. I hold you in my heart and pray for peace, healing, and gentle resolve for us all.

And so, a blessing:

May all beloved companions who have crossed the veil be met with warmth, light, and familiar joy.

May those of us left behind feel their presence in quiet moments — in the hush of the studio, in the pause before creation, in the soft remembering of love.

May grief move gently through your body, neither rushed nor resisted, and may it slowly make room for tenderness, memory, and renewed spark.

Snooki, sweet soul — run free, my love. I hope to find you again someday, in that other world.

So it is. So it remains.

With love always,

Auntie Glammah

Someone magical has been whispering through my paintbrush lately… She’s wise, wildly creative, and a little bit glamorous. I think it’s time you met her soon.

Meet Auntie Glammah!

🎨 Cooking is creation, my love.

When you choose your ingredients with care, stir with presence, and serve with joy — you are making art. You are making magic. You are nourishing the soul.*

🖌️💫 “You don’t have to make a masterpiece to make magic.”

🌟 “To begin is to believe in your own unfolding magic.”