12/19/2025
those brownish-blackish-featherish poms have always been a crowd favorite. like by a lot. i've been "out" of them for many show seasons...but i secretly saved these eleven little guys.
oh people have inquired about them, if i had any hats with these super specific, easy-on-the-eyes poms, and i've fibbed an itsy bitsy and said, neigh ma'ams.
i had a think over the years about doing that hail mary thing and throwing water on them after midnight or whatever and seeing if i could get them to spawn.
or more along the logical line, my fingers were crossed that the fabric would eventually come back in stock so i could grow my bounty and have a brownish-blackish-featherish pom empire. muah hah hah and s**t.
alas. we're a quarter way into this century, out of nowhere i turned 46, and i must accept that certain dreams just don't come true and some experts might call this weird quirky eleven-pom thing hoarding linked to emotional attachment.
and why we're at it, why didn't i save a nice even ten or make it a round dozen?? eleven...really? i'm just a 46 year old girl, waving her big quirky flag out in the great wide open right now, hoping someone out there understands pom hats and gremlins and hoarding and small business and getting older faster and how 11 isn't anything even remotely like 10 or 12 and is all nodding their head like...yuuuup.
anyhoo, i'm finally letting them go. a darling, local, last show of 2025 seems quite appropriate to see'm through. my son luke will be there, making money for his college tuition, and i know he'd be thrilled to see these beautiful babies exit stage left.
thanks for reading, happiest of holidays and i look forward to swearing with you (in a good way) at one of our shows in 2026!
❤️💚
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ps. the vendors at this gig are really fantastic people. if you are able to spare a pre-holiday afternoon, please venture over and in, show your love and support for alllll the handmade things made right here in your community
