About Us

During the height of the COVID pandemic, I was working long, exhausting days in New York City as a surgical technician. The subways were quiet, but heavy with fear. When I got home—mentally drained and physically spent—I’d collapse into my space. My couch became more than furniture; it was my only moment of peace. That became my cozy cove. 

I was also a caregiver for my aging parents, often operating on empty. I learned firsthand how critical it is to have even one corner of your home that allows you to exhale. After a car accident forced me to slow down, I realized I wanted to help others create those same sacred spaces. Cozy Cove was born—not from a love of trends or design—but from survival, healing, and love.