Locket Stories

An Re-Introduction of Myself.

An Re-Introduction of Myself.

My name is Allyssa and I own The Locket Sisters. I started it with my eldest sister (I have four siblings) but it's just me (and my co-worker Mandy) now. I was voted Class Clown in HS and studied Spanish and Journalism in college. I studied abroad in Ecuador and then returned a decade later when my husband and I bought one-way tickets to Buenos Aires. I used to work in the non-profit world but lea…
I weep from the beauty of it.

I weep from the beauty of it.

I went to a live concert in May and wept for the beauty of the performance, the art, the sound, for the connection I felt with the strangers I didn't even know I missed, and for the release of something I must have been holding onto really tightly without realizing it. There was a moment when Davina and the Vegabonds repeated a verse a capella about sunny days ahead, and stared out into the s…
The space where your lockets are born.

The space where your lockets are born.

It's sunny and bright in the studio where we make your lockets. There's an entire wall of south-facing windows that beam sunshine and shadows inside this big space, sometimes so bright that we can't even sit facing outside. What a lovely problem to have, right?This space started out as a studio space exclusively for my sister and I with our photography business. We moved here in the Fall of 2015 b…
What does 2020 want from us?

What does 2020 want from us?

WHAT DOES 2020 WANT FROM US?In like a lion, out like...two lions? Three? A whole pack maybe?I started this year with the decision that I was going to cut corn out of my diet, and that it would be all the earth-shattering change I’d need to go from wherever I was to wherever I was headed. Corn gives me headaches, makes me feel really achy, and I figured this would suffice as far as evolving for the…
Greatest Lessons Come From Unlikely Teachers

Greatest Lessons Come From Unlikely Teachers

Motherhood has propelled me in ways that I think only could have happened though the lens of mothering my two kids. It's broken me, healed me, wrecked me, brought me to my knees, lifted me up, held a mirror to myself, and ricocheted me forward.My son was born eight years ago, and I remember my first clear maternal instinct while pregnant with him was that I strongly avoided birthing books and birt…