09/06/2025
To be honest, reopening hasn't been quite what I expected.
Traffic in the store has been slow. Which, knowing others are feeling the way I do these days (politically wrung out, existentially tormented, heartbroken on so many cultural fronts) makes total sense. I'm not really interested in buying cute stuff either when it feels like society is on the brink of collapse.
And then my decision to add food. Baking is always work. Baking, without childcare, with a breastfeeding infant, is a whole other level. Every time I turn on the oven I have to remind myself I really did love this once. That I was good at it.
I'm giving myself permission for this thing to get a little messier. Am I a business? On paper, yes. But I don't really give a crap about making money. I have the privilege of this being a passion project rather than essential income for my family. I keep joking with people that this is my little anti-capitalist venture, but it's not really a joke. What I really care about is community and ally-ship and vulnerability and joy.
I am also, in this transitional moment postpartum, craving lack of responsibility, not more of it, so I'm dropping the promise of baked goods. I want space to make art, so I've done some rearranging to accommodate that. I also miss adult-paced conversations about real stuff, so if you want to come by and pull up a chair/make some art/process the news/talk about plants, there's always a spot for you. I'd love to be part of your village if you're seeking one ❤
