10/09/2026
I’ve been struggling to find the words to explain what this last year has been like.
There have been so many moments when I’ve remembered the dreams I had as a kid—the ones I tucked away and forgot about—and realized that somehow, I’m living them.
Last holiday season was beyond our wildest dreams. People packed our tiny cottage like sardines. We sold more handmade products than we ever had before. And I remember thinking: this is it.
This is what we worked for, prayed for, and dreamed about.
But as good as things were, I knew we weren’t done growing. We had found a comfortable rhythm, but we couldn’t seem to move the needle. Every week looked roughly the same.
And I wasn’t ready to accept that this was as far as we could go.
Then something kind of magical happened. We decided to see if other stores might want to sell our craft kits.
Since July, products that I designed and made with my own hands have been sent to more than 100 stores across the country—and now across the world.
Products I started making in my parents’ dining room, the same room where I’ve been making things since I was 13 years old.
There are stores carrying my work in places I’ve dreamed of visiting.
And now, Paris.
Someone is going to walk into a store in Paris and pick something I made off the shelf.
I don’t think that will ever feel normal.
I have a team now. I’ve gotten to create jobs for people I care about. I’ve been able to help my family. And most importantly, we’ve helped thousands of people discover that they are creative, too.
Five years ago, I was 23 years old with no plan, no retail experience, and absolutely no idea what I was doing.
I really wish I could tell her where we’d be five years later.
Still living in her childhood bedroom. Still taking over her parents’ house with art supplies.
But building something she couldn’t have even dreamed up yet.
Happy 5th birthday, Frederick MADE. We’re just getting started