Most of what we do
is decide what not to.

Every mobile we looked at played the same eight melodies on a loop. A nursery is already full of sound — a radiator, a street, someone breathing in the next room. We would rather a baby heard that.

Wool, untreated beechwood, cotton cord. That is the entire list. Nothing is coated, nothing is bonded, and every piece is held together by the fibres themselves.

Nothing here is embroidered by machine or cut by die. A needle and a pair of hands — slower, and it shows. No two bears come out with quite the same face.

Nothing sits in a box waiting. When an order comes in, someone starts felting — which is why it takes five to seven days, and why only a few leave here each week.