Rooted in Ritual, Guided by Intuition

My life began in this place. At fourteen, I walked through these doors for a week of work experience, not knowing how deeply this building would shape the course of my life. Back then, it was called West End Hair, run by an English woman named Olga — the same as my middle name. That connection always felt like more than coincidence, as if the threads of fate had already begun weaving.

I was offered an apprenticeship here. It was difficult in many ways — the long hours, the sore feet, the exhaustion, and the heaviness of carrying a body I didn’t yet know how to love. I struggled. I left. I went back to school, thinking maybe it wasn’t meant for me. But this building wasn’t done with me yet. At sixteen, I returned, and I stayed until I was nineteen. Those years were challenging, humbling, and transformative.

This space remembers me. It remembers the girl I was — raw, insecure, searching — and it holds her still, alongside the woman I’ve become. The walls, the floorboards, the light through the windows — they have witnessed my growing pains, my doubts, my small victories, and my first steps into independence. In a way, this building and I have grown up together.

Coming back now feels like closing a circle and opening a new one all at once. I return not as an apprentice, but as a woman, a guide, and a creator. My path has led me into the realms of magick, spirit, and sacred work — and this space has become the vessel to hold that calling. What was once a hair salon is now a place of ritual, healing, and connection. A shop, yes, but more than that: a living, breathing container where the old stories of who I was mingle with the magick of who I am now.

This is not just a business. It is part of my story. It is a space infused with memory, resilience, and devotion. A place where I honour my roots, while offering others a chance to step into theirs.