Twenty or so years ago, a studio apartment in southern Missouri, my first apartment on my own. I slept on a Murphy bed, which wasn’t as charming (or funny) as it looks in the movies. But the rent was $265 a month, and I made just over minimum wage working the reception desk at a doctor’s office.
The best thing about that apartment (besides the rock bottom rent) was a wall in the kitchen, to the right of the refrigerator and left of the stove. I’ve always collected favorite quotes, in notebooks and on scraps of paper in folders, so I decided to cover that wall with words. I wrote out dozens of them—close to 100, I’d say—and taped them to that wall, floor to ceiling.
In the back of my head, going back as far as that, I’ve had this idea that I wanted to see beautiful words everywhere. On things, everyday things that we use and touch and live with and see each day. And once I started to dress them up a little more with calligraphy? Oh, the possibilities. Beautiful words lifted out from covers of books and scattered over our spaces.That’s my idea of magic.
Wanna know a secret? (This is pretty big for us.) Our first t-shirts are at the printer right now. We placed the order a few days ago, and I still can’t say that without jumping up and down on the inside.
We can’t wait to show you, and we promise you’ll be the first to know when they’re available. They’re going to be lovely, though; we can tell you that much.
We’re busy making other stuff, too, so stop by our shop and take a look. You might see a bit of construction going on still, but we’re just about ready to open the doors wide.
Thanks for being a part of this. We couldn’t ask for better company.