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ENTER THE HOUSE
The mythology of The House of Grace Huxley
Clearly fictional. Deeply felt.
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There are places in this world where objects remember.
Throughout history, certain individuals have been drawn to forgotten beauty—rescuing what others overlook, transforming what others abandon. These people operate through gates: places where the past and future meet, where materials with histories find their way to souls who will carry their stories forward.
The House of Grace Huxley exists at the intersection of these forces. Not a fashion house built on new materials, but on a belief: that forgotten things deserve extraordinary futures.
You have found The House.
Now let us show you what lives inside.
The Gates
Gates are locations where the boundary between what was and what will be grows thin. They are not chosen—they reveal themselves. A city built on centuries of craft. A market where artisans work as their grandfathers taught them. A mountain where the earth gives up what it has held for millennia.
The first Gate is San Miguel de Allende, Mexico.
Cobblestone streets that hold centuries of footsteps. Church bells that have called generations home. Workshops tucked behind iron gates where brass flows like golden rivers and wire follows the architecture of stone. Here, materials surface—crystals from mountain earth, fossils from ancient seas, metals shaped by patient hands.
San Miguel is where The House began. It will not be the only Gate.
The Keepers
At every Gate, there are Keepers.
Keepers are artisans who recognize what others overlook. They do not simply make—they transform. Their workshops sit at the threshold between what was and what will be. Every Keeper creates pieces meant not for customers, but for the ones the pieces are waiting for.
In San Miguel, there is a Keeper named Alan.
His hands move with the patience of someone who understands that some things cannot be rushed. The wire must follow the stone's own architecture. Forcing the shape destroys the soul. He works with brass and crystal, with fossils that waited millions of years to be held. He does not speak much. He does not need to. The work speaks.
"The fossils have been waiting millions of years to be held. We are simply giving them a way to be worn."
Alan is the first Keeper of the House. He will not be the last.
The Graces
Before the Keepers, before the Gates were named, there were The Graces.
Seven women throughout history who possessed an inexplicable ability to sense the potential in forgotten objects. They were drawn to materials with unfinished stories. Their identities span centuries and continents, but they share one trait: they saw futures where others saw endings.
We do not yet know all their names. The House is still uncovering their stories, one piece at a time.
But one has been revealed.
The Fifth Grace
In San Miguel de Allende, there is a story the locals tell.
They speak of a woman who appears only at dusk—La Sombra, the shadow. She walks the cobblestone streets with a lantern that casts no light, searching for something she lost centuries ago. When the church bells ring at twilight, she vanishes. But not before leaving behind a single object for whoever needed it most.
Her name, we have learned, was Esperanza de la Sombra.
She was a curandera's daughter who learned to read the stories in stones. A metalworker's apprentice who watched brass flow like golden rivers. Eventually, a keeper of forgotten things. She walked the markets of San Miguel with a basket, gathering materials that others deemed too worn, too bent, too touched by time to serve their original purpose.
"Nothing that has been shaped by human hands is ever truly finished. It simply waits for its next incarnation."
Esperanza never sold her creations. She gave them to those she believed needed protection—women leaving difficult marriages, artists afraid of their own vision, travelers about to cross borders both literal and metaphorical.
She is the Fifth Grace. The others remain hidden—for now.
The Guardians
A Grace senses the potential. A Keeper transforms the material. But who carries the story forward?
The Guardians.
Every piece in The House of Grace Huxley waits for its Guardian—not a customer, not a buyer, but the one the piece was always meant for. When you claim a piece, you do not simply own it. You become responsible for its story. You carry it into your life, and your life becomes part of its legend.
Guardians are invited into The Archive—a private space where the deeper histories live. Where provenance is documented. Where the mythology continues to unfold. Where those who carry the pieces can share what has happened since.
The story does not end when you claim a piece.
It begins.
What Remains Unknown
The House holds many secrets still.
On a mountainside in Mexico, a young girl found a metal box buried beneath decades of earth. Inside were quartz crystals that would become The Heiress. No one knows who buried the box. No one knows how she knew to bring it to Alan. No one knows what else was inside.
In 1967, a Keeper's grandfather set down his tools after completing a single piece—asymmetrical, because truth never falls evenly. He said it would find its way to "the one who builds the house where stories live." Fifty-seven years before she arrived.
La Sombra still walks at dusk with her lantern that casts no light. What is she searching for? What did she lose?
Six Graces remain unnamed. Their stories wait to be uncovered.
And there are other Gates. We simply have not found them yet.
You Have Entered The House
Now you know what lives here.
The pieces are waiting. Each one carries a legend, a connection to this mythology, a thread in a story that is still being written. When you find the one that was meant for you, you will know.
And you will become its Guardian.
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Explore the Pieces
The legends of The House of Grace Huxley are works of creative fiction, crafted to honor the materials and artisans behind each piece. The jewelry is real. The stories are ours to tell.