Welcome to the home of the witch of Nelson Street

Home of the Witch: The Heart Behind Elvers Studio

Welcome to my sanctuary. If you’ve stepped into my shop at 19 Nelson Street or opened one of my Witchy Boxes, you’ve seen the finished magick. But like every piece of jewellery I forge, there is a story of fire, pressure, and incredible resilience behind the surface.

I’m Star, the soul behind Elvers Studio, and this is how I became the "Witch of Nelson Street."

A Foundation of Craft and Contrast

My creative journey didn't start at this storefront; it began back in 2007, fueled by a lifelong need to make things that didn't exist in the mainstream. Long before the shop, I was a fixture at local craft markets and London Film & Comic Con, where my workbench was a chaotic explosion of decoupaged comic book shoes, Steampunk top hats, and intricate polymer clay sculptures. Whether I was sculpting oversized dragons or tribute pieces for The Walking Dead, I’ve always been drawn to the "alternative"—the bold, the beautifully strange, and the stories we tell through the objects we wear.

Throughout this journey, I’ve had a steady anchor. Since 1995, I’ve walked this path with my partner, building a life together that eventually included our son, born in 2009, and our spirited Jack Russell, Morris. They are the quiet heartbeat behind the shop’s front door.

The Soundtrack of the Bench

If you were to peek through the window while I'm working, the atmosphere is a unique alchemy of sound. My days are soundtracked by the steady hum of

Radio 4, providing a backdrop of world news and storytelling while I work. But my internal magick is fueled by a much wider spectrum. Depending on the mood that I am in, you might hear the rebellious punch of The Misfits, the atmospheric depths of Portishead, the soulful resilience of Billie Holiday, or the haunting, minimalist precision of Erik Satie. This mix of grit, and elegance is exactly what I pour into every piece of jewellery I create.

The Crucible: Standing My Ground

Elvers Studio opened its doors on 4th April 2017, but the years that followed became a masterclass in resilience. In 2019, I faced a personal battle with Breast Cancer, navigating the gauntlet of chemotherapy, radiotherapy, and surgery. During those months, my bench became my place of healing. No sooner had I found my strength than the global shift of 2020 arrived, followed by 18 grueling months of road closures on Nelson Street that threatened to cut us off from the world.

The breaking point came in March 2023 when, amidst the road chaos, the shop was burgled twice. It was a moment that put me on the front page of the Stroud News and Journal, not just as a victim, but as a voice for the spirit of our independent street. I refuse to be moved.

Why I Still Create

People often ask why I keep the hearth fire lit through these storms. The answer is simple: Magick is my choice. When the world feels heavy, creating something beautiful with my hands is my rebellion. My work has evolved from those early Fimo dragons into "Designer-Maker" jewellery that blends the alchemy of resin with the protective weight of crystals & metal like Obsidian & Copper. Every crystal represents the "liquid sunshine" I had to find for myself during those dark years.

At 19 Nelson Street, you will still find "spooky" and gothy in amongst the grounded witchy crystal jewellery, my creations are rooted in cycles, seasons, and finding the extraordinary in the ordinary. Whether I’m repairing a family heirloom or curating a subscription box, I am pouring my history into every item.

A Shared Journey

If you are going through your own "winter"—whether it’s health, loss, or just the weight of the world—know that you are welcome here. Elvers Studio is a place of authenticity. I don’t pretend that the path is easy, but I do believe we can craft our own light. Thank you for supporting an independent maker who chooses to stay put, even when the road is blocked.

Blessings from the bench,

The Witch of Elvers Studio

Magick runs through my veins

I was the Girl with the Altar!

My witchy path started when I was around ten years old, mooching about Chiswick with my school friend Clara, she showed me a little shop tucked away in a side street off Chiswick High Road. I can still see that little mystical shop in my head, a hidden gem filled with crystals, books, and tarot cards. It was there that I first felt the pull of the unseen. Soon after, my dad would give me my first deck of Tarot cards, (Which i still have) and I began building my own little altar in my bedroom. I didn’t really know what I was making at the time, but I’d sit and meditate before my collection of stones and found objects, the air heavy with the scent of patchouli incense.

The Treasure Hunter
Weekends were for exploring. I’d take my pocket money from my dad and explore Portobello and Camden Market, scanning the market stalls for beads, trinkets & oddities that spoke to me. By the time I hit fourteen, my search for the "coolest" shops took me to Hippy Heaven in Ealing Broadway and another wild, bohemian shop in Kingston, I think it was called 'Brilliant'?... I got my nose pierced here! To my parents annoyance.
By my mid-teens, my world had turned a bit goth and I was wearing black, velvet jackets DM boots and ankle length skirts. I painted my attic bedroom black and covered the walls in Indian fabrics and spooky Hammer Horror posters. I’d lie on the floor under the glow of my rocket lava lamp, listening to my dad’s old records—Country Joe and the Fish or The Velvet Underground—or blasting Nirvana and Metallica. My altar was still the heart of the room, though by then it was cluttered with teenage paraphernalia of lipsticks and the bits of jewellery that were beginning to entice me me.

The Hearth and the Forge
Eventually, life led me to Stroud, back to my mother’s roots. I married my childhood sweetheart, raised our son, and filled our home with dogs, cats, and honestly, more crystals than pairs of knickers.
Today, I am what you’d call a "lone witch." I don’t need a coven to find my power; I find it in the kitchen as a keen cook, and I find it in the flame of a candle. Most of all, I find it at my workbench. I channel all my magick and good intentions into my jewelry making and crafts. Every piece of jewellery I make and every stone I wrap is a vessel for that same energy I felt as a ten-year-old in Chiswick.

The Moon and the Beyond
I am still the woman who nearly bumps into things because I’m too busy staring at the moon. I still find "the good sticks" and interesting stones on my walks and feel a deep need to create something with them. My practice is personal and quiet I read my oracle cards and I talk to the animals and family I’ve lost. I don’t hear them talk back, but I know they’re listening.

From the black-walled attic to the hills of Stroud, my life has been one long, beautiful meditation on the magick found in the objects we keep and the things we make with our own two hands.

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