THE WEEKLY MESS I UNFILTERED SINCE 2025
I didn’t start The Weekly Mess because I was bored.
I started it because I was tired of pretending everything was fine.
I started it because I was tired of pretending everything was fine.
Motherhood. Mental load. Creative burnout. Ageism. Ambition.
Being ghosted by your own career.
All the things we whisper about—or don’t talk about at all.
I wanted to name the mess, so other women didn’t feel alone in it.
Being ghosted by your own career.
All the things we whisper about—or don’t talk about at all.
I wanted to name the mess, so other women didn’t feel alone in it.
What began as one woman ranting into the void?
Now sparks hundreds of DMs.
Women writing in.
Telling the truth.
Starting conversations that should’ve happened in boardrooms—but are happening here instead.
Now sparks hundreds of DMs.
Women writing in.
Telling the truth.
Starting conversations that should’ve happened in boardrooms—but are happening here instead.
And if even one woman feels seen, speaks up, or helps another woman through her mess because of this?
Then The Weekly Mess is doing exactly what it was meant to.
Not to go viral.
But to go somewhere real.
Not to go viral.
But to go somewhere real.
One inbox. One conversation. One unfiltered truth at a time.
ARCHIE’S CURIOUS KITCHEN I STIRRING THINGS UP SINCE 2020
Started in 2020 with a husband who loved sugar… and a wife who loved him too much to let sugar win.
What began as a one-woman weekend hustle—baking from my home kitchen, delivering boxes with handwritten notes—slowly grew into something bigger. Not just a side project. A sanity project.
Today, we’re a team of 11 working women.
We bake out of a cloud kitchen.
We run on limited orders, lots of laughter, and zero preservatives.
We bake out of a cloud kitchen.
We run on limited orders, lots of laughter, and zero preservatives.
Everything’s refined-sugar-free. No ads. No investors. Just word of mouth and a community that keeps showing up.
We don’t post every day. But we show up every weekend—messy buns, full hearts, oven timers ticking.
This isn’t a startup chasing scale.
It’s my first real run as an entrepreneur—weekends only, but built to last.
What keeps it going isn’t capital or campaigns.
It’s community. Craft. And the simple joy of doing one thing really well.
It’s my first real run as an entrepreneur—weekends only, but built to last.
What keeps it going isn’t capital or campaigns.
It’s community. Craft. And the simple joy of doing one thing really well.
Healthy doesn’t have to mean boring.
And side hustles don’t have to mean burnout.
And side hustles don’t have to mean burnout.
Just honest desserts. From women who work all week—and still show up to bake.