hey cousin!
We’re real glad you wanna be part of the fam.
Cousins Mercantile Co. is still in its early days — but trust us, the plans are big, the carts are full, and yes... we’ve got more than five storage units holding the good stuff.
If you’re here now, it means something.
You’re not just early — you’re basically family.
And being family comes with perks:
Giveaways. Discount Cousin Codes. First dibs on our best finds.
We’ll even let you peek behind the curtain — what’s coming in, when it’s hitting the booth, and maybe a few things we’ll probably regret letting go.
So let’s make it official.
Drop your email below and watch for cousin-only goodness headed your way.
Because once we get going?  You’re gonna be real glad you were here from the start.
Join Our Family (marriage not required)
This is a win-win. No legal entanglements, just unfiltered access to the goods.
P.S. We’re not above bribing you with old stuff and maybe snacks.
We will not sell or share your info - because who wants that?
cousins, clutter, and a calling
We’re Kristen and Analisa — cousins by blood, business partners by choice, and full-time rescuers of really good junk.
Kristen’s a brand strategist, creative director, and camera queen with a sixth sense for styling, storytelling, and spotting a $200 vase buried in a $3 box.
Analisa’s a caterer and the undisputed CEO of Taste. She can design a dinner party, feed a village, and still have time to rearrange your furniture while the lumpia is frying.
Between the two of us, we cover strategy, flavor, beauty, charm, and all the weird wonderful that makes a space feel like something.
We don’t just sell stuff — we find it, fight for it, and occasionally cry over it.
(Like that one time with the baby shoes in the old cardboard box. Let’s not talk about it.)
we've got ... a few storage lockers.
Okay, fine. More than five.
We stopped counting after the fifth one started whispering, “You up?”
We're emotionally attached to other people’s stuff — furniture, pottery, glassware, clothes, knick-knacks, paddywacks... you name it.
It’s not a problem.  (It might be a problem.)
But here's the truth: We don’t do this because we’re hoarders.  (Although that might depend on who you ask.)
We do it because these pieces have stories.
They’ve been sat on, cooked in, prayed over, cried on, and still made it.
They’ve seen birthdays, breakups, grandbabies, burnt dinners, second chances.
And now? They’re in our hands — not to be "flipped", but to be redeemed.
We believe in second chances.
For stuff. For people. For ourselves.
God shows up in the weirdest ways — in estate sales and alley pickups and quiet little moments when a stranger needs prayer or a fifty-cent find makes someone cry.
The Holy Spirit has walked with us through more garage sales than we can count.
We don’t think these things are junk.
We think they’re reminders — that what’s worn can still be worthy.
That what’s been forgotten can still have a future.
That the old isn’t over.
And if that’s true for a chipped teacup?
It’s true for us, too.
And maybe… it’s true for you.
