SpilledMilknRootRot

Somewhere between the spilled milk and the root rot… I snapped.

I’m a sleep-deprived mother of two tiny chaos goblins, a plant parent with more guilt than water, and a long-time fan of dark humour and haunted things.

Spilled Milk & Root Rot started during one of those weeks where nothing sleeps, everything cries, and something definitely died in the soil.

So I made something.
Something rotten, caffeinated, and completely unhinged.

Dahlia grew out of it. She watches now. She whispers designs.

This shop is part confession, part cult. You don’t need to join. Dahlia already decided.

If you’ve ever cried over a rotting plant at 3 a.m., screamed into the void mid-toddler tantrum, or stared into your coffee mug whispering “one more wake-up”…

You belong here.

Welcome to the rot.
Dahlia sees you. 💀🪴