I’m not quite sure how to put this.

This boutique is my life. I’ve poured everything into it—my time, my hands, my heart. Every piece hanging here is something I made myself. With real materials, real care, for real people.

But because of the war, costs have risen so sharply that I can no longer pay my rent. Other shops have switched to cheap Chinese materials—I refused to do that. Until the very last moment. And that’s what ultimately did me in.

Brown Boutique has to close.

It hurts more than I can describe.

Since I have to close the doors and leave everything behind, I’m selling everything I have at the lowest price. Every dress, every piece, everything I’ve made with my own hands. I can’t take it with me. So I’d rather see it find a new life in your homes than have it disappear.

This isn’t a happy sale. This is goodbye.

Deborah