In Remembrance of Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath. Image from Wikimedia Commons

Sylvia Plath. Image from Wikimedia Commons

I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am. I am. I am.

Sylvia Plath was a brilliant American poet who is beloved and remembered for her fiercely emotional writing. In crafting my perfumes, I seek inspiration from the lives of some of history and literature’s most fascinating subjects. I make these perfumes as tributes to people who inspire me and I feel a deep connection to. Sylvia is not only a luminary, but for several years, people wrote to me requesting I make a perfume inspired by her and her seminal work, The Bell Jar. Because the circumstances surrounding her death are so tragic and she still has family members alive, I want to be extremely sensitive when discussing the poet. Here is a brief look at the short life of a haunted genius.

Early Life

Sylvia Plath was born on October 27, 1932 in Boston Massachusetts to parents of German and Austrian descent. Even from a young age, Sylvia’s genius was recognized. She began to write poetry, even having pieces published in local newspapers, by age 8. She was extremely ambitious owing in part to her mother’s pushing, and she was also recognized as a gifted painter.

Tragedy first struck her young life when her father died a mere week after her eighth birthday. Her grief was profound and from that point on had no love for religion. Many scholars and biographers believe that this early loss was the original catalyst for her chronic depressive episodes.

Finding and Losing Herself

When she made it to Smith College in 1950, Sylvia found herself. She excelled at her collegiate studies and edited the Smith Review as well as Mademoiselle magazine. Her big break guest editing for Mademoiselle required her to live in New York for a month during the summer of her junior year. The experience was tumultuous and disappointing, leading to a downward spiral that resulted in electroshock therapy and her first suicide attempt. It was this experience that provided the inspiration for The Bell Jar, her only published novel.

The thing about depression that people often forget is that while for someone like Sylvia it is a recurring problem, it is not an all-consuming, forever thing. There are breaks of joy in between. She was able to recover from this episode and earned a Fulbright Scholarship to Cambridge. It was there that she met Ted Hughes, the future poet laureate.

At their first meeting, he took her earrings and she bit his cheek so hard that she drew blood (this from a journal she kept). They married after four months. So that kind of gives you an idea about this relationship. Their relationship has even been compared to that of Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald – passionate, co-dependent, mutual literary inspiration and destruction.

From 1956 through 1962 the couple moved around a lot – Sylvia taking various teaching jobs in America and running in circles with writers like Anne Sexton, before they settled in England.

They had two children together, an additional child she miscarried after Hughes beat her. In 1962, they separated when she discovered that he was having an affair. Sylvia took her two children back to London where they rented an old flat that had once been lived in by William Butler Yates, fate she thought.

It was there during the final six months of her life that she wrote the poems from Ariel, her collection which brought her posthumous literary fame. The Bell Jar had been published just one month before she died.

Despite the care of Dr. Horder, her close friend and doctor, she did not make it out of her final depressive episode. In the early morning hours of February 11, 1963, she sealed the room to protect her children, and turned on the gas. She placed her head in her oven and died from carbon monoxide poisoning.

A Tribute to a Master

When creating this tribute perfume, I wanted to capture the essence of her writing, not necessarily her as a person. I chose a passage from The Bell Jar that I found to contain deep emotional resonance that speak to the overwhelming burden of choice, as well as a beauty to the natural elements in which she describes. Below are the lines:

 “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor… I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” – The Bell Jar, 1963

May her beautiful soul rest in peace.

If you or someone you know needs help, visit this list of suicide prevention resources.

If you need support right now, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, the Trevor Project at 1-866-488-7386 or reach the Crisis Text Line by texting “START” to 741741.


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RCF LA Show Recap and Link Love

It's no secret that I love Renegade Craft Fair. I participate in 2 to 5 per year, and honestly, I wish it was my everyday job. I get so energized being around other vendors and my customers - my day to day is pretty solitary in my home office. 2017 was not great for me and the enthusiasm of being at the shows surrounded by other artists, creatives and enthusiastic visitors got me out of a major funk.

And this show was no different! Below you'll find a selection of all the things I loved and bought. Sometimes I wonder why I do these shows because I end up spending all the money I make on all the other amazing things there. Treat yourself!

Image from Blonde Peacock

Image from Blonde Peacock

Blonde Peacock

I bought two of these jumpers and let me tell you, they look amazing and are ridiculously comfortable. Jumpsuits are my summer uniform and these are cute and affordable. I bought the feather print in navy blue and the mandala print in black. I'm probably going to order one in the dusty rose color, so pretty!

Image from sheisme

Image from sheisme


These ladies were my booth mates and I'm so glad I was paired with them. They were so sweet and kind and SO TALENTED. I don't even wear earrings often and I had to splurge when I saw these. They are so quirky yet elegant and the witchiness definitely speaks to me. I feel powerful and gorgeous when I wear these. My friends who came by bought a bunch of jewelry from this vendor. Check them out, they have perfect accessories for summer.

Rather Keen

Rather Keen

Rather Keen

Pins! I love pins and Rather Keen has lots of bookish options. The artist is also super nice and we had a fun conversation. Check out his shop, he also does book covers.

I feel pretty cool for the summer thanks to these vendors. You can catch me next at Crafty Wonderland in Portland, RCF Seattle and Portland (if I get in), Urban Craft Uprising Summer, and Seattle Gift Show. I'll update as more shows come up. For the summer I will be sticking to the West Coast but I'll try to make the East Coast when the holidays come around.