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A few weeks ago, the electricity went out in Tbilisi. The whole neighborhood disappeared at once.

Your pet's new favorite hat just dropped. Suitable for cats, small dogs, and weird humans with excellent taste 🌸

Protects your earbuds from scratches and innocent strangers from having to look at boring technology.

A sparkly purple bandana with sequins from GRANNY TODU ✨ Absolutely special and made to make you stand out wherever you go.

Made for nights out 🍸  Intentionally small, because carrying less is self-care (and there simply isn't room for your work things "just in case"). Fits a lip gloss, keys, a mirror, and stories you'll tell differently tomorrow 🐸

Inspired by the bold colors, pixel hearts, and rebellious charm of the Y2K era. To the lipsticks that survive until sunrise, and the memories that burn bright until morning comes.

Crocheted in blood-red and void-black like a warning sign you chose to ignore.

This is the basket-bag for the first truly warm weekend of spring, when the sun finally feels like it has decided to stay. “After sleepless drunken nights, you'll rest yourself on sacred doors...” right? Or maybe not. Maybe instead, you'll answer the messages you've been postponing for months.Maybe you'll put on your breeziest clothes, grab your lip gloss, your journal, and a book you've been carrying around more as a symbol of hope than an actual reading commitment.And you'll go outside, to the park, to your friends – those missed, familiar faces that still stayed through the senseless, freezing days you survived. You'll sit on the grass while children laugh somewhere in the distance and dogs sprint across the field with their tongues out, delighted to be alive. The air will smell like spring, a bit lighter, a bit softer—the scent of spring flowers blooming. And for a brief moment, you'll realize that winter is over. The title is inspired by Galaktion Tabidze's iconic poem სილაჟვარდე ანუ ვარდი სილაში // Azure-Land or Rose in Sand. While his poem is depressingly beautiful, this bag is a continuation of the life our dearest Galaktion—and so many of our own—never got to experience.  

While you’re busy gaslighting yourself into believing that the sixth cig today is a personality trait, that going to sleep at 4 AM is self-care, and that your screen time “isn’t that bad actually”…

You'll never know whether you love it from a distance. You have to hold it first. This bag was supposed to take me two days. Instead, it took me nine months. Not because it was difficult — out of all the bags I've ever crocheted, this one is one of the simplest. The problem was that I couldn't decide whether I liked it. I'd crochet a little, put it down, look at it, shrug, and tell myself I'd finish it tomorrow. Tomorrow became next week, next week became next month. This bag is the product of indecision and world-class procrastination. I kept waiting for the moment when I'd suddenly know whether it was worth finishing. "She loves me. She loves me not" It's me in my grandma's garden, wearing my little yellow dress, tiny hands carefully pulling petals off a daisy, asking a flower to tell me something about love. "She loves me. She loves me not" It's me years later, wearing an oversized gray hoodie, with tired hands and tired eyes, asking a ball of yarn exactly the same question. Except the flower wasn't deciding, I was. One evening I got tired of arguing with a bag that couldn't argue back. Got myself together, crocheted the handle. Then I hand-braided the little flowers and clipped them onto the side.I looked at it for about three seconds and thought: "Oh… I do love you." Turns out I wasn't waiting to love the bag, I was waiting for it to become itself. Just a simple gray handbag with a tiny braid of flowers hanging from its shoulder. Nothing extraordinary or revolutionary. Just... itself. Sometimes we ask the world to give us certainty before we find the courage to continue. When, in reality, certainty only arrives because we continue. So here's your reminder from one very patient little handbag:  

If you’ve heard that Andrew Garfield quote, “she was like a shot of espresso”,  and felt like you’ve never experienced that kind of love, try this bag. It’s warm, it’s rich, and unlike a toxic ex, it will actually hold your things and look good in photos. It's fully lined with bronze satin and has a metallic gold-tone chain intertwined with a printed silk-style scarf. THE ESPRESSO SHOT bag is wide enough to keep your tablet or e-reader safe in a silky, satin lining. 

At some point while crocheting this collection, I became obsessed with creating designs that were completely unique and extraordinary.

At some point while crocheting this collection, I became obsessed with creating designs that were completely unique and extraordinary.

At some point while crocheting this collection, I became obsessed with creating designs that were completely unique and extraordinary.

The funny thing about my childhood is that adults never really managed to guess my size correctly. Almost everything they bought me was just a little too big. But that was fine, really. I would eventually start eating properly instead of throwing half my lunch onto the floor because the peas had accidentally touched the mashed potatos; I'd gain a few kilograms, grow a few centimeters, and eventually become enough to fill the clothes they had bought. It always had to happen that way: I had to fit the clothes, never the clothes to fit me. They had their measurements, their numbers, their expectations. And on the other side, there was little me, still struggling to count in kindergarten, but already brilliant at making up stories to help myself fall asleep. Looking back now, it feels strange that the numbers always seemed more important than the little person they were supposed to fit. "It's ok, she'll wear it in two years." As if I wasn't currently existing. As if the child standing in front of them was merely a rough draft of the future person worth dressing. Children aren't practice versions of adults ! Children are children and they already have favorite colors, strong opinions, dramatic meltdowns, imaginary friends. They know love, they know anger; They know the warmth of the sun and instinctively hide when the wind gets just a little too cold. They deserve beautiful things not in two or three years, but now. This little dress was made for exactly that. Let your little girl wear it, let her outgrow it. And when she does, fold it carefully and tuck it away in a drawer. Years from now, she'll open that drawer again. The dress will still be tiny, she – won't. But she'll know that, even when she was small, she was always taken care of. Always, always loved.

🎁 Temporarily reserved for our giveaway.  If the winner chooses another item, this piece will return after August 27. Stay tuned. 🐸 Some bags carry books, this one carries tea. This bag was crocheted during a four-hour gossip session with one of my friends. She called me and informed me that I needed to be available immediately because she had the craziest tea to spill (obviously,I grabbed my crochet hook).  And let me tell you: she did not disappoint. For four uninterrupted hours, I listened, gasped, judged people I had never met, changed my opinion several times, defended the indefensible, gave extraordinarily wise advice, and somehow ended up emotionally invested. In the background, this bag came into existence (to be completely honest, nobody really cared about her at the time. Sorry, babe.) Every stitch contains traces of დაქალობა, dramatic plot twists, questionable life choices made Oh how I love the sacred amphibian tradition of receiving information that is absolutely none of my business.

Never the wife, never the official one, never in the family Christmas photo. Cursed to always be the other woman.  But maybe her luck is about to change. A hand-crocheted floral statement necklace with black and pearl beads, inspired by gothic romance and Victorian drama.

A retro-inspired to do list pad for people mentally running on low battery. Featuring a soft pink pixel desktop design and 33 sheets for your daily chaos, reminders, and lists.✦ 33 sheets✦ Y2K-inspired pixel UI design✦ Compact & lightweight✦ Perfect for desks, bags, and emotional support planning sessions

Sunlight, but crocheted ☀️ Designed to cure your vitamin D deficiency because supplements are boring and this is not.

My friends love to joke about the time I bought four bags in a single day in Italy and immediately went broke, left with no money for food or any other necessities. It was worth it, though!

🎁 Temporarily reserved for our giveaway. If the winner chooses another item, this piece will return after August 27. Stay tuned. 🐸 This is the long, standard necktie you actually have to tie yourself.

Standard A6 greeting card (10.5 × 14.8 cm)