Dec '25 • General discussion
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I sat there stitching quietly, thinking about how this beanie wasn’t for a customer or a drop — it was for my dad.
Every loop felt slower. Intentional. Like time paused for a moment. I thought about all the times he showed up, the things he never said out loud, the way love looks different when it’s steady and consistent.
This beanie carries more than warmth. It carries gratitude. It carries history. It carries heart.
Moments like this remind me why I create. Not for perfection. Not for numbers. But for meaning. 🖤🧶
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