17 years ago today, our small business of making discarded books into goods was born as I made a journal as a gift for my friend's 30th birthday.
There have been a bazillion happy amazing highlights over our years in business. Each year I take some time to look back & marvel at how we've grown, what we've learned, & from where we've come... This year, during my look back, I came across this picture & it held all new meaning considering the year we've all just endured.
Ironically, long before COVID, if you wanted to see me in my consistently happiest place (outside of parenting our small human), you'd also see me donning a mask, inside a box of books, hunting for discarded beauties, humming with joy.
Because we source our books right at the cusp of the landfill... before their pages are ground up into fodder for toilet paper & paper towels, we're surrounded by all sorts of dust & particulate matter. Mask wearing has been a professional skill of the Attic Journals team for a long, long time.
Soon, we'll be back in those big boxes, waist high in discards & digging for what will be journals for folks all around the world. We'll wear our masks then, as we are now, with a whole new appreciation for this life we're living.