Wild Mother

05/28/2026

Even jeans 👖 are overrated 😀

05/28/2026

So many Dirty Little Hippies running around Prescott now wearing my Dirty Hippie spray haha. ✌️

05/28/2026

Yesterday I did a pre-mortgage approval not because I’m ready to buy something right this second I quite like our little house but it is a rental, moreso because I needed to run the numbers again. Revisit reality. Reopen the emotional wounds. You know, self care. And I am trying to be proactive.

And honestly? A few years ago I would have cried tears of pride over that number. Its a big number but not in this economy. As a woman who has rebuilt her life, raised kids, worked hard, survived things that almost broke her nervous system, being approved at all actually says a lot.

The problem is this economy seems to think every tiny bungalow with one functioning window should cost approximately 4.7 million dollars and your firstborn child.

So here is what I learned yesterday for the second time

1. I definitely cannot afford to buy my own farmhouse back.
2. I can, however, afford a very charming cardboard box with possible seasonal river views and maybe enough room for a basil plant if I organize wisely.

Needless to say, I lost a little sleep last night. My brain started doing what brains do at 2 a.m , what if I bought a fixer upper again?, what if I lived in a yurt? what if I simply became one with the forest? lol

But I also know this is part of the process, due diligence, growth. Looking reality in the eye instead of hiding from it. Sometimes we have to gather information even when it hurts a little. Sometimes we have to let ourselves grieve things we deeply loved while still trying to move forward.

Anyways if anyone needs me, I’ll be in my future cardboard box creating rustic boho farmhouse vibes with twinkle lights and emotional resilience. 🤎

📷 Circa 2018

05/28/2026

05/27/2026

Somewhere amongst my own healing, I became a woman who makes things with her own hands. 🌿

Little comforts, rituals and plant medicine. Tiny ways to soften hard days and restless nights.

A few of my favourites lately:
🪻 Beauty Sleep Sleepy Spray for the nights when my brain won’t stop spinning and I need a little help finding calm.

🌿 Nettle Tea , my daily ally. Nourishing, grounding, mineral rich, and deeply woven into my story over the years. Cold or hot

🖤 Dirty Hippie Spray , patchouli, earth, warmth, wild woman energy in a bottle. The one people always ask about.

These aren’t just products to me. They’re pieces of the life I’ve built from scratch slowly, honestly, and often while figuring things out in real time.

Thank you for continuing to support this little dream of mine here at Wild Mother. Every order truly matters more than you know. 🤎

Which one is your new favourite?

05/27/2026

Today has been a day.

This is my egg chair. I will never ever regret this egg chair hammock. It is the most comfortable thing I’ve ever sat in and it soothes my soul and relaxes me. lol

05/27/2026

The first time I met stinging nettle, I was deeply offended by her.

It was the spring of 2015. Our very first spring on the farm. I was still new to country life, still romanticizing gardens and old fences and the idea of becoming someone who knew the names of plants. I had on a sundress and thought I was about to have a peaceful little gardening moment.

Instead, I sat directly on a patch of stinging nettle.

If you know you KNOW. Ouch

I remember the burning and stinging and absolute betrayal I felt from this innocent looking plant. I probably muttered something dramatic like, “What kind of evil farm w**d is this?” while trying not to lose my mind. At that point in my life, nettle was not magical herbal medicine. Nettle was an enemy. But it also sparked my curiousity.

Over the years, I slowly deepened my relationship with this plant. I learned that some of the plants we resist the hardest are often the ones with the most to teach us. I began harvesting nettle carefully, respectfully. I started drying her for tea, reading herbal books, learning from other women who had walked this path long before me.

And somewhere along the way, we became allies.

Now when I see nettle growing wild in the spring, I don’t see an angry plant anymore. I see nourishment. Protection. Medicine. Resilience. A plant that survives harsh conditions and still offers so much.

Honestly, I relate to her now.

Stinging nettle tea became something I reached for often through exhaustion, stress, hormone shifts, burnout, grief, rebuilding all the seasons of becoming.

Some of the benefits people traditionally love nettle tea for:

• Rich in minerals like iron, calcium, magnesium, and potassium
• Supports energy and overall nourishment
• Often used to support seasonal allergies
• Supports urinary tract and kidney health
• May help support healthy hair, skin, and nails
• Traditionally used to support women during hormonal shifts
• Deeply grounding and restorative for the nervous system

Funny how the plant that once attacked my bare ass in a sundress became one of my greatest herbal allies. 🌿

Love Kelly Mae

p.s I will have lots of this tea with me at the farmers market Saturday!

05/26/2026

How are you? How are you really?

I’m on my break soaking up some sun in a windstorm, and feeling flat yet hopeful. Apparently they can exist together 💗