Handcrafted with care. Made for sensitive skin.
A Story in Every Piece
Tiny seeds. Big Hope.
I never set out to become a jewelry artist,
I was just trying to survive.
After walking through domestic abuse, a difficult divorce, a custody battle… and then cancer — the world felt heavy, and beauty felt far away. In the middle of that pain, I found myself creating. It started as a way to keep breathing. Then, something shifted.
I began sealing tiny mustard seeds into resin — tucked inside galaxies, petals, and light.
Each one held a whisper of truth:
even the smallest seed of faith can move mountains.
Every piece you see here carries that story. My story.
And when you wear it, I hope it carries yours, too.
This isn’t just jewelry. It’s healing. It’s remembrance.
It’s a reminder that no matter where you are — hope is still growing.
With love and light,
Becca Joy
Maker. Mama. Mustard Seed Girl.
The Art of Becoming
Where Earth Meets Stars- the art process
Each piece begins with a quiet intention:to hold space for healing, wonder, and infinite possibility.
Creating resin jewelry is a slow, sacred process — and I wouldn't have it any other way. Every pendant, earring, and charm is poured by hand in small batches, layer by delicate layer. The resin must cure between each pour, taking hours or even days. It’s a practice in patience and care, and every step holds a purpose.
Inside each piece, I place a tiny mustard seed — a symbol of faith so small, yet powerful enough to move mountains. Around it, I bring together natural elements like dried flowers, botanicals, shimmer, and sometimes stones. These are more than decorations. They are reminders — that what grows from the earth can soothe us, ground us, help us come back to ourselves.
And then, there’s the galaxy.
I’ve always been drawn to the stars — their quiet, brilliant way of reminding us how vast and beautiful this life is. When I create my galaxy designs, I’m painting the night sky around that mustard seed: swirling colors, flecks of light, and glimmers of the unknown. It’s a visual echo of something I believe deeply — that even when we feel small or lost, we are part of something expansive, sacred, and still unfolding.
These aren’t just accessories.
They’re little altars of hope.
Stories preserved in resin.
A way to wear your faith, your growth, your becoming — close to your skin.