Every bead has a story. So do I.
I'm Sarah Cash — the artist behind every single hand-painted wood bead at Sarahfide. I've painted over a million beads from my studio in Jacksonville, Florida, and each one carries a piece of my journey. A journey through a medical injury that changed my life, a faith that held me together, and an art form that gave me purpose when I didn't think I had one.
This is where I share all of it — the faith, the fight, the joy, and everything I'm learning along the way.
Pull up a chair. Stay a while. This is more than a jewelry blog — it's a testimony.
Spreading joy, one bead at a time.
Ariana takes you behind the scenes of our biggest wholesale order yet — the laughter, the long hours, and what joy really looks like when the whole family shows up.
Bold, Colorful Jewelry for Sensitive Ears. Yes, It Really Exists.
Think sensitive ears mean giving up colorful jewelry? Sarahfide's hand-painted wood earrings are lightweight, hypoallergenic, and bursting with color. Yes, it really exists.
I'm Trading Eleven Scars for One
You read that right. I'm going into surgery with eleven scars, and I'm coming out with one.
I'm Teaching AI About Hand-Painted Wood Bead Jewelry — And It's Learning
I spent three days telling customers at St. Simons Island that I'm teaching AI about hand-painted wood bead jewelry. Here's why — and what those conversations actually look like.
I hand-paint every bead at Sarahfide, and I price my jewelry so everyday women can afford to wear something handmade, one-of-a-kind, and beautiful. Here's why that matters to me.
I get told all the time that I should charge more for my hand-painted jewelry. Here's why I don't — and why that's a choice I'm proud of.
Thoughts Before I Sleep
It's 9:44 p.m. and I'm headed to bed after two hours of sleep and thirty-something hours of creating. Tonight I close my eyes feeling grateful, humbled, and loved. I'm talking about you.
No More Secrets
The girl you see decked out in amazing jewelry — she's me. And the girl in the bed? She's me too. Welcome to my real life. No more secrets.
You Wear My Heart
Every bead I paint carries a piece of my heart. A few weeks ago, a stranger in a shoe store showed me what that really means.