Arlo Keepsakes

I have just a couple of my big memory cases left — the very last ones before I close this chapter for good.
I’ve loved these cases so much. Mine will always live in my lounge room. They’ve held so many stories, so many tiny treasures, and they were the beginning of everything for Arlo Keepsakes. But as much as I adore them, my heart has been pulled somewhere deeper… into pottery, into creation, into making urns here in Australia that honour our babies in the most tender, beautiful way.
So this is your last chance to bring one of these memory cases home.
I also have a few heavily discounted bags that will come without a name tag. I can’t colour-match the tags anymore, but there are so many beautiful ones on Etsy if you’d like to add your own.
Thank you for loving these early pieces with me.
A new chapter is beginning — one made slowly, gently, with clay and heart.
Check the website if you’d like one of the final pieces.

A dear friend I met through loss invited me for coffee. She had something to share—something too important to text. Before she even spoke, I knew. She was having a baby. She had the most Devine baby bump.

She looked at me gently, choosing her words with care. She even apologised—not for her joy, but for not knowing how to tell me. Six years on since I lost Arlo but only 1 year of knowing me, she still held space for my grief, for the love I carry for Arlo, for the journey that shaped me.

But today, my heart is full. I am overjoyed for her.

We spoke for hours—about her fears, about Arlo, about how I survived pregnancy after loss and how she would too. I shared with her what I once needed to hear: that fear and joy can coexist, that grief and hope can walk hand in hand. That she is not alone.

I share this because there was a time when news like this would have felt bittersweet. A version of me would have been happy for her, but sad for me. But now? Now I am at peace. Growing my family is a chapter that has closed, and I do not wish to reopen it.

Life moves, grief evolves, love remains. And today, I celebrate her. I celebrate the gentle way she carried my heart in her hands as she shared her news. And I celebrate the woman I have become—one who can hold another’s joy without it echoing as loss.

To anyone still navigating these tender spaces, be kind to yourself. There is no wrong way to feel. In time, you will might find peace too.

A dear friend I met through loss invited me for coffee. She had something to share—something too important to text. Before she even spoke, I knew. She was having a baby. She already has the most Devine baby bump.

She looked at me gently, choosing her words with care. She even apologised—not for her joy, but for not knowing how to tell me. Six years on, she still held space for my grief, for the love I carry for Arlo, for the journey that shaped me.

But today, my heart is full. I am overjoyed for her.

We spoke for hours—about her fears, about Arlo, about how I survived pregnancy after loss and how she would too. I shared with her what I once needed to hear: that fear and joy can coexist, that grief and hope can walk hand in hand. That she is not alone.

I share this because there was a time when news like this would have felt bittersweet. A version of me would have been happy for her, but sad for me. But now? Now I am at peace. Growing my family is a chapter that has closed, and I do not wish to reopen it.

Life moves, grief evolves, love remains. And today, I celebrate her. I celebrate the gentle way she carried my heart in her hands as she shared her news. And I celebrate the woman I have become—one who can hold another’s joy without it echoing as loss.

To anyone still navigating these tender spaces, be kind to yourself. There is no wrong way to feel. In time, you will find your peace too.

He looked up bright eyed with excitement and said “I know where we are Nan” This is where Aunty had her baby.

As he skipped down the hallway, he couldn't contain his excitement. His small sneakers echoed against the polished floor, and a wide grin stretched across his face. Little did he know, the world he was about to enter was a place of profound sorrow and unexpected loss.

In that tender moment, his innocence and joy clashed with the harsh reality of a heartbreaking truth he was yet to discover.

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