You Just Work From Home

You Just Work From Home The other day, in the middle of an ordinary conversation, someone said it— “Oh, you just work from home.” It wasn’t meant to cut deep, but the word just hung in the air like a challenge. As if what I do is small. As if my business exists in the shadow of something more legitimate. As if what I’ve built here was an accident, something temporary, something “less than.” The truth? There is nothing just about it. Yes, my studio is on our property. But it’s not a makeshift room with a table squeezed in between laundry baskets and holiday decorations. It’s a space designed—crafted—to be exactly what I want for my clients and for myself. Every single element, from the way the light falls in the entryway to the feel of the blankets, exists because I chose it to be there. I don’t rent a room in a hallway where doors slam and strangers’ voices echo through the walls. I’ve never wanted to be one of many. Pampered Aesthetics was never built to blend in. It was built to stand apart. Before you even reach my front door, your shoulders drop. The outside world softens. Maybe there’s a horse grazing lazily on the front lawn. The guineas might be darting and squawking across the grass like little feathered comedians. The pigs are likely rooting in the field, and if you’re lucky, you might catch a turkey fanning his feathers or the ducks waddling to the pond. It’s not a backdrop. It’s not staged. This is my life—and for the time you’re here, it’s yours too. Clients tell me they’re smiling before they even step inside. And when they do, the shift is immediate. The room is dark by design—quiet, cocooning, meant to switch your mind from doing to being. The music is soft, the air warm, the scents rich and grounding. You are not here for “just a facial.” You are here to disconnect, to breathe, to let someone take care of you for once. A bright, white, sterile room could never do what this space does. Truth be told, I have no desire for a storefront. I’ve already built the storefront of my dreams—only mine stands where I want it, surrounded by the life we’ve created. This studio sits on the very ashes of everything I once lost. When the fire took it all, I didn’t just rebuild—I redesigned my life on my terms. Every nail, every coat of paint, every decision was made with intention. This place is more than walls and décor. It is my second chance. I know this isn’t everyone’s vision of success. But it’s mine. And I am fiercely proud of it. Because what happens here is personal. It’s real. Clients leave not only with glowing skin, but with stories, laughter, and a piece of this place to carry with them. They remember the horse in the yard, the sound of the guineas, the way the world seemed to pause the moment they stepped through the door. So no—this is not “just working from home.” This is building the life I want, the business I dreamed of, and the experience you didn’t know you needed until you’ve had it. Pampered Aesthetics isn’t here to fit in. It’s here to stand apart. And every single day, I’m grateful that it does.