Leanne Kampfe

I'm in the middle of welding a bracelet onto someone's wrist. The stylus is in my hand, the customer is talking, and somewhere in the middle of the conversation I realize I'm smiling. Not a polite smile or a smile you put on because someone is looking at you. A real one, the kind that shows up without your permission.

There’s a very specific kind of bachelorette party that exists purely because nobody stopped to ask if anyone actually enjoys it. A dinner reservation where half the group can’t hear each other. One mandatory sash. An overpriced cocktail with a penis straw. A blurry bathroom mirror photo captioned “last fling before the ring 💍✨” And listen - I’m not above a fun night out. But let's be real... most bachelorette parties are weirdly forgettable. Not because the people weren’t fun. Because the...

Let me tell you what I see happen almost every single time. Someone walks up to the Charm Bar a little quiet, a little unsure. They glance at the display, pick up a charm, set it back down. They're not totally sure what they're doing yet, and they're definitely not sure they want to be the person who asks too many questions. Then something shifts. We start talking. I pull a few options. They try things on, hold pieces next to each other, start to see what they're actually drawn to. And by the...